Front Door

Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.

The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.

On the Turbine Room floor, one old steam pump still remains, ready to pressurize steam pipes with the hot stuff throughout the car shops and boilers.

A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.

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.

I wanted to see the third floor to get a better view, but the third floor had already been demolished. The old walls had cascaded down the staircases. This building is gone, now, as you can expect.

This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.

The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.

A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.