The second floor was hit by arson years ago, but it still carries the telltale features of its original design, specifically the woodwork below the roof.
After a little rain, the roof took on the color of the bright pink letters.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
An insurance office.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
The roof came down on the locker room in the basement of the poor house. This may be for employees, or perhaps there are showers around the corner–the building was too unstable to go further.
Germany’s steel mill city.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…