Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
Under the monster and its teeth.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
On the left is a bathroom, which is why it has the wire mesh over the door; so it could be locked and still be ventilated. On the right side are small double-bed rooms, which still have their heavy wooden doors. More attractive than jail cell doors, but serving the same purpose.
Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.