It kind of reminds me of a shcool desk with a built in toilet! I bet teachers would like that, that way the students could just let nature call and still not miss any lessons. Man am I babbling.
To me having to get a shot in my rump was pure torture! I have to be almost sedated to even have a needle prick and when I prick myself at home, I do cry...sorry, but I cannot go for needles of no kind, and hence why I allow my daughters do clothes mending for me. The other day, sliced my hand with a butcher knife and did not even phase me.
I am so glad that the mental asylum my sis was in was more modern, however, it did have reputation of being bad. This pix looks so dreary and makes me think of all those souls that were locked up behind those walls.
I truly enjoyed this gallery! Motts, you and Candace truly brought out the ghosts from within that facility! It was awesome! Thank you for sharing this site!
My sister used be in mental hospital and it was so sad to see how many there just stared out into space and when they walked, they did some kind of shuffle and it was as if they were zombies. I think it is the meds that they were on, and makes them semi-catatonic. There was one young girl about twenty=six leaning against the wall, and she could have been Candace's twin from this pix. It is surreal!
I see a lonely frightened woman, yearning to reach out and hold someone close to them. This photo is awesome as all of them are. It is hard say which I like best, because they all wonderful and you and Candace makes the old mental aslum come alive with your photos.
In this pix, it seems as if some melevolent spirit of the past has bashed her head in and threw her in the tub. and that blood is so real looking. This is downright chilling!
This is so realistic! This so awesome Motts! Your site is the only one I really have become obessed with! I am really into Gothic and Candice in this gallery reminds me of a beautiful Gothic spirit angel walking through the halls of enchantment.
This make me think of a spirit that walks the hall of time, walking the mental halls, seeking, watching, waiting, for that someone to ferry her home, and in meantime, she stalks with her bow in hand, waiting to get the upper hand.