A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
Allouez had already suffered one major fire. It didn’t need another–especially under Dock 1’s wooden approach.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.