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.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
An example of a typical desk at Buckstaff… messy, but everything’s there. It probably looks much as it did in 2011 when the plant closed.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.