A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
The machine shop today.
The surgical suite was flooding.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
It’s a straight view from the projection booth to the stage, but hell of a walk. At a fast pace, I think it would take 10 minutes to walk from this spot to the chair. Behind the curtains is a big white screen, so the theatre could be used for either stagework or moving pictures. The two projectors are set up for 3D movies right now–hence the little switch below the window–a Polaroid 3D synchronizer. Cool, huh?
“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
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.