The train loading tower (left), and elevators. Check out that giant flagpole/lightning rod.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.