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.
This section retains water and is mostly shaded, so moss has found a way to live in the concrete.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Portraits of great men.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.