Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
This door used to open at river level, but it has since been built up and sealed with a steel grate. Still, the original doors (with original paint?) stand in the same place. Once they opened to the fresh air, now they are permanently sealed in the tunnels. This is the official entrance for inspecting the mine, hence fiber optic and ladder. Shortly after the plant was demolished, this entire area was resealed and alarmed.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Fire doors and penis talk.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
One of the former sanitorium common rooms. Its interior is at the end of one of the wards and is lined with glass brick.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.