There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
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.
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.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
Bells are highly symbolic, being used from everything from calling worshipers in the morning to exorcising demons at night.