We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
A better view of the belt system that drives all the machinery in the plant.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
The top floor of the condemned Russell Miller mill “B”, which would have housed sets of powerful electric motors to power the plant’s dust collectors and grain purifiers.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.