One of the early automated painting booths in the paint plant line.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.
A sign hanging near the shop office.
The machine shop today.
A custom ladder to cross conveyor belts on the work floor.
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.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.