A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
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.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
Camera: Pentax 67. Film: Kodak Ektar 100.
The Dock 5 sign at track level. Probably as an aid to sailors reboarding their vessels.