Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
history under ground
beds
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.
Strange graffiti in a side room. Someone was having fun…
Where staff could sleep.
Old hospital beds.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
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.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
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.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Part of the hotel where employees slept and spare bed parts were stored.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
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.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
A green chair in a green room.
The original color of the wall was probably green.
A blue chair in a blue room
Plaster doesn’t last long without a roof.
Shag carpet is fabulous, and I hope it makes a comeback.