Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
An observation room, possibly for children, has drapes around a 2-way mirror. You know, to dress up the fact that someone could be watching anonymously on the other side.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.
The Osborn Block (front) and the Twohy (rear) at sunset. In the distance, you can almost make out Globe Elevators. One of my favorite photos of 2013.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.