Looking at ADM-1 from beside ADM-4, back when ADM-4 had a train shed and ADM-1 had a skyway. In the thick woods beneath the skyway was a long time homeless camp… most of its residents were very friendly.
An old sign directed patients and visitors back to toward the central parts of the hospital.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
The steam plant could be vertically traversed with this one-man belt driven elevator.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
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.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.