This skyway, built to help seal off two parts of the complex during an out of control fire, was probably too rotten to burn by the time I saw it.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
On the middle level of the Poacher House. For a detailed view of the chart see ‘See Reverse’.