An elevator to bring big somethings into the basement, it seemed. Nearby were the plant firetrucks, still ready to go. I hope they were saved.
Some of the internal staircases were fitted with cages that wound round down the stairs to deter suicidal patients from taking a dive.
The machine shop today.
A small bunker and blast wall between shell-loading buildings would have provided shelter during disasters, such as tornados, accidental explosions, and perhaps even enemy attacks.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.