Scrappers tried to take this steel pulley out of Fisher, but it proved too heavy.
To get more light into the wards, the building was narrow and had angular rooms, often staff space, perpendicular to the main hallway.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.