A storage vault for guns and other weapons to protect the base from attack.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.