The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
This tree caught my eye. Note the bench swing near it. Portra 160.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
Some of the plants growing out of the walls of the power plant.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.