This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
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.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.