The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.
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 underground portions of the engine shop were mostly filled in.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Fancy spikes to help keep suicidal patients from climbing the fence and leaping down the stairs.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
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.