A disconnected speaker at stage right. I liked the colors and the texture of the sound tiles.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
Everything is texture.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.