The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
The conveyorway that carried the sintering material to the mixing floor at the top of the plant.