I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
The annex casts a long shadow over its old headhouse and the former UGG (currently Vitera C) elevator. Arista 100.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.