One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
Hip bump girl.
A bathroom in the rear of the ballroom that overlooks the Rose Garden.
Artifacts from the days this was a furniture factory and warehouse.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
The walls of a dormitory dissolve in the water flowing through the bad roof.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
Taken in the last few minutes of the day. You can tell by the way that the wall is deteriorating that the windows using to have an arched top!
Every asylum I’ve every documented has a shuffleboard game painted on the floor.
The giant radiators in this casting shop look like a flag to me.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
A common room with a big bay window that overlooked the main entrance of the hospital.
Lacy hated playing for people. She wanted to make the piano speak back to her, not make people stare.
Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”