Seating in the former top balcony is now front row for a secondary stage above and behind the main house.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
A massive steel sheer’s equally massive drive cog. Imagine the force.
The side of the oldest building on the property, the former casket factory.
A small machine shop level.
A strange little staircase on the side of the orphanage puts the scale of the building in perspective. It’s big, by U.P. standards!
Fancy spikes to help keep suicidal patients from climbing the fence and leaping down the stairs.
Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.