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.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
The green-tinted skylight makes this a bright green corridor, the lower of the two skyways connecting the two workhouses.
This higher level floor was cleared out ahead of a failed development plan. The skyscraper office building suddenly became something that looked like a parking ramp.
On deck, looking at the door to the engine room.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.