This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
Old hospital beds.
Plaster doesn’t last long without a roof.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
A green chair in a green room.
Strange graffiti in a side room. Someone was having fun…
The original color of the wall was probably green.
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
A blue chair in a blue room
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
Part of the hotel where employees slept and spare bed parts were stored.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
Shag carpet is fabulous, and I hope it makes a comeback.
This room on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings has seemingly not changed since it was adapted for employee use. Some sections of the hospital were adapted for staff to live in. Paying Patient Ward–where capable patients were separated from wards of the state.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
Where staff could sleep.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.