When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
The only thing that signals that this was an office building, rather than another production floor, is the small amount of wood paneling that remains.
The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.