My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
One of the pair of motors that powered this mine shaft. In the 1950s, this shaft was designated a rescue shaft, and was only maintained for emergencies. One reason that Cheratte built Shaft 3 nearby was because these motors and infrastructure did not have the capacity that the giant mine below called for.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
A decaying door of the Medical Director for the unit. Because this is from one of the outbuildings and not Administration, I doubt that this was the Medical Director of Norwich State Hospital’s office.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.