A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!
The layout of the bins in an elevator office.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
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.
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.