Basement Classroom

Lessons from the day.

Lined concrete vats in the basement of the asylum for fermenting pickles, presumable because the brine-vinegar solution was too harsh in a time before stainless steel.

A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.

I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.

The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.

Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.

Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!

Note the maps still left on the wall.

Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.