The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.
On the left are rows of dayrooms; on the right is one of two long hallways which connect the two halves of the hospital. The large, center section of the hallway would fit chairs for patients to look out on the gardens. They called it a conservatory. This hallway would be as close as some patients would get to nature.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
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.
Looking past the Osborn along the side of the Hughitt Slip, where there have always been grain elevators for more than 100 years.