The nurse’s station on this floor, a ward still in its original design, featured a half-door where patients could get their medicine. Portra 160.
The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
Part of the Laundry Building with an ugly archway between rooms. Note that even this building had a nurse’s station with shatterproof windows. Laundry was done by supervised patients as part of their Occupational Therapy and the staff took no chances.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
One of the only extant assembly line tracks in the body painting department. No photographer leaves Fisher 21 without capturing some version of this spot; hope you like mine.
The whole smelter ran on gravity… elevating the various raw materials and working with them until at the bottom of the furnace, copper poured out.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.