There's a quality that I call "beautiful desolation" that I noticed as a kid when looking at old ruins of an abandoned building.
I first saw it in a tiny old train station that I toured as a 10-year old. Where others saw a ceved-in mess, I imagined how it must have looked in its Victorian heyday, and the lives it once contained.
All of the photos you posted have a certain rustic charm to them, the title shot shares so much character with the viewer. Even describing the "bones" of a building, evokes images in the mind of a once living, breathing structure, or a skeletal form just waiting to be reanimated. I hope this place gets the restoration and reuse that it deserves. Thanks for sharing. :)