I have to say that the graffiti makes me sad. Especially in a place where a certain amount of respect and dignity should always exist...like a morgue. That's why I like what Motts does-taking pictures of humanity's leftovers being reclaimed by nature and telling the stories that are all but forgotten- that is a beautiful thing. The only thing he leaves behind are his footprints in the dust. Time and nature are left to their devices.
The contrast between the colorful pipes on the ceiling and the drab of the rest of the photo made me do a double-take as it almost looked doctored. But that's not Motts's style. Upon a second look, I realized that the whole picture is indeed in color. :-p
Doors, stairwells, the morgue, and now a lonely chair...all the great hallmarks of a Motts gallery masterpiece. Now if only we had a soap dispenser....
Odd for a toilet to be so photogenic. This could almost make a good wallpaper. It almost has an angelic quality. The white robe, with a halo/cherub wings on the panel above...
I'm with Nina on this one. I don't care if the drawing or writing is from a song or not. Given the location of this find and the history of it, this shot creeps me out to no end. (Which takes some doing as I work part-time in the funeral business.) It's very much like that shot of the "rabbit" at one of the other child psych institutions Motts has here.
I love how the only thing that doesn't seem to be distorted is the "door" just left and slightly down from the center. With the rest of the shot distorted, it looks like some odd inter-dimensional gateway.
When I think of coal mines I think of cold dreary and dirty buildings and machines. This shot, with the black and white and the rusty wheels fits right in. It's a nice contrast to the one a few pages back..."Vibrancy", I think it's called. An excellent capture to be sure.
(At last, my first comment on this site, but certainly not my first visit!)