The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
The warped floors caught my eye in this room too–a symptom of turning off heat and not patching a leaking roof in the midwest.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.