In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
90% of Brach’s looks like this. Concrete walls, mushroom pillars, and water over the floor.
The conveyorway that carried the sintering material to the mixing floor at the top of the plant.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
Looking past the hoist room (left) toward Shaft No. 1, behind the concrete head frame built in the late 1940s. This shaft could haul equipment from ground level (below) to shop level, where the picture was taken.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.