In my opinion, this is one of the most beautiful buildings I’ve shot. The exterior of this place is so incredibly stunning that you can’t help feel your heart break for the wasted potential as it sits and rots past the point of salvation.
I consider this one of my “close to home” spots, even though we’re still a good distance apart. I’m typically bad about shooting those, because I get that jaded thing where I feel like there’s always something better somewhere far away. Not true with this place. I love it here.
Somewhere on my phone I have a video of the view walking into this atrium for the first time, and looking up. Pictures will never do it justice, but I tried. I won’t mention the amazing history, because it’ll give away the building, but the dome is the epitome of irony. It was moved here from another building to be preserved. Preservation efforts are really coming along, aren’t they?
Eventually the rot will continue up the wall, disintegrate the ceiling, and the dome will probably collapse.
I’m annoyed at how much graffiti removal I have to do for this place. If you can look at a place like this and feel any urge to desecrate it, there’s something very wrong with you.
I love, love, love these wing connectors. The sun bounces off the red brick exterior, and creates these beautiful color casts.
There isn’t much left inside, the building was pretty well gutted. No beds, little to no furniture, no medical equipment beyond a couple odds and ends and a few hydrotherapy tubs. It’s mainly empty rooms.
The light up here was weird, and I actually found the whole floor a little creepy. It was not helped by a door that kept slamming in the breeze.
A baby tree growing out of the third story balcony.