Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
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.
I wish I had the equipment then that I have now… I look back at these 10-year-old pictures and can’t ignore all the grain.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
A scribbled note on a doorframe… lost details.
Bayard Sugar Mill, as seen from the old power plant
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
Moisture and temperature changes have hoisted the wooden floors of the first floor classrooms.
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.