In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Stained windows and sheet metal catch the sunset from across the Ohio River.