An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
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.
My guess is that the Capitol Hotel closed and Adler bought up some of their equipment.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
To get more light into the wards, the building was narrow and had angular rooms, often staff space, perpendicular to the main hallway.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.