In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
Looking into a common from the grounds. The block glass makes the interior seem dreamlike and distorted. Note the poor condition of the bricks around the window.
Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.