This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
A decaying door of the Medical Director for the unit. Because this is from one of the outbuildings and not Administration, I doubt that this was the Medical Director of Norwich State Hospital’s office.
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.