A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
When Nopeming was affiliated with local farms, it often slaughtered its own livestock. This is the part of the hospital where food would be prepped, below the stage in the Service Building.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Everything is texture.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Elsie finds her makeup brush across the hospital in the middle of the hallway. How did it get there?
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.