One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
I wonder how polluted that water is.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
Colleen on the roof.
One of the most beautiful exterior features of the hospital are these turret vents, highly stylized and beautiful to behold.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The walls of a dormitory dissolve in the water flowing through the bad roof.
This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.