In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
One of the ugly modern staircases.
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
A corner of the addition is lined with glass cabinets, formerly filled with beds.