White Hall, R.I.P.
I drive by White Hall three times a week. Each time, I crane my neck to see what remains after a devastating fire gutted the building almost a year ago. My name is Robin and I'm an architectural rubbernecker.
I loved White Hall with its squished dome and classical facade. Now, it sits an empty shell waiting to be demolished.
I promised myself that I would take pictures of the ruined White Hall to record its sad fate. Last week, I finally remember to put my camera in my car. Here's what I saw: