A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
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.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
Water vapor was collected and condensed to be reused in other processes. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7