The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
A small machine shop level.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.
This view of BCT shows the portico where the main entrance is at the base of the office tower, and the clock.
The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.