We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
The Big Dipper brought its friends into view, and the best seat is 80-feet up.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.