Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
An 80s-era company crate, as found in a forgotten store room.
A patient room is more intact than others.
This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
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.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.