A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.