I took a short filed trip today from work to visit an abandoned building nearby and take some pictures. The fact that the building is abandoned is not readily apparent when looking at the building from the outside, but inside the building is frozen in time and showing signs of severe neglect. By the way, I didn't take any pictures of the outside and I'm not mentioning where this place is, so don't ask.
I drove around back, and parked in a spot that still has a "Reserved for" sign, but most of the letters of the name of the once-important individual who warranted his own space were long gone. After tugging on the heavy back door, I went inside:
One of the oddest things about this building is that, while there is no heat, there is electricity, so most of the lights still work. Even though it was about 60 degrees outside, the thermostat inside the building read a chilly 46 degrees. Besides the cold, the other thing that is immediately noticeable is the dusty smell. After several minutes, the dust makes being in the place a little unbearable.
This is a shot of a conference room on the first floor. It's easily the most ornate room in the building, with marble walls, the recessed oval ceiling, display cases and a fireplace. The furniture disappeared long ago, and boxes and old rolls of carpet have been put in the room instead.
Outside the conference room is the main entrance to the building, with an open lobby and this ornate light fixture adorning a marble wall. Since the building still has electricity, some of the bulbs, designed to resemble flickering candles, are still burning.
Heading up the stairs from the main lobby, visitors to the building were presented with this decorative wall and clock. Here's a close-up version:
The clock still runs, but obviously doesn't get adjusted for Daylight Savings Time anymore.
Behind this wall is the main executive's office. You can tell that it was the office of a bigwig because it has huge double doors with doorknobs that are ridiculously placed right in the center of the doors. It's kind of silly, really. Once inside the office, there are several built-in shelves and some heavy, hideous curtains that were quite the rage at one time, I'm sure. I tried to get a picture of the office, but it was far too dark, and by this time my camera was running out of batteries. I had time for one more shot:
This is the executive washroom, private lavatory to whomever occupied the bigwig office. It was obviously a man, because no woman would have picked that horrible golfer wallpaper.
Overall, visiting this building was a surreal experience. The place looks ordinary from the outside, like people must come and go all the time. But the reality is that no one really thinks about the place any more. Someone pays the electric bill, and someone brings junk in to clutter it's decaying insides, but the life of the building is gone and what's left is kind of creepy and a bit sad.