If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The fences helped discourage patients from throwing themselves down the stairs.
Inside the MLK High School chemistry laboratory.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
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.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
Some warnings on the older battery which was visibly older than its eastern counterpart. This set of batteries had no railing between the side of the ovens and a long drop onto railroad tracks… I like this picture because it shows the effects of the heat and corrosive gasses on the area around the ovens.