Spare blankets still sit in the bottom of the dresser drawer.
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.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
I love the big old industrial windows.
The coal crusher (above) and the conveyor (left) to bring the powdered coal to furnace hoppers (right).
An original, minimally remodeled bathroom above the cafeteria reminds us what the whole complex once looked like.
A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.