Looking through the boards of the boarded windows.
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
John’s wife’s face.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.