#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
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.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
Some of the doors had sliding plastic windows, but most of the older ward doors simply had these peep holes drilled through them. The inside was always marked and worn more than the outside.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.