The pipes in the boiler would be full of water, so the heat in the furnace.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
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.
A corner of the addition is lined with glass cabinets, formerly filled with beds.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
An elevator to bring big somethings into the basement, it seemed. Nearby were the plant firetrucks, still ready to go. I hope they were saved.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.