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.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
In the nurses’ dormitories, beds, couches and chairs still sit. It’s unclear whether these are remnants of the homeless shelter in the 80s or the actual nurses.
I love the big old industrial windows.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
Why the door had to be moved over 2 1/2 feet will remain a mystery.