Spare blankets still sit in the bottom of the dresser drawer.
The front door to the auditorium.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
A firedoor dating to the original car barn is roped off, anticipating demolition.
Looking into the tunnel system from below the Women’s Ward. The tunnels were used mostly by staff to move food and laundry.
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.
Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Too big to be scrapped, to simple to be auctioned. It waited for the demo crews and demo cranes to arrive.