245 Comments Posted by kassie
I have to say that Kings park is the place where I have seen the most extreme cases of water damage, peeling paint, etc.
- Location: Kings Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Buildings 39, 138, 139
I probably sound really stupid because I don't know how to work these little gems.
Haha, either way, if memory serves me correctly, the liquid soap usually put into these dispensers was pink, was it not?
- Location: Kings Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Buildings 39, 138, 139
Beautiful photo.
- Location: Pratt Greenhouse (view comments)
- Gallery: Greenhouse
At the door.
Eat in the corners,
Talk to the floors.
Teaching the spider's tongue
to say "Please".
Politely they bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs!"
-- A Passion Play, Jethro Tull
A Note: Ironically, "Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs" is one of the (apparent) British equivalents of "Well, I'll be damned".
Fitting, isn't it?
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
This really does remind me of Farringdon.
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
These ones, being in colour, seem to fetch more of a sympathy from me, truth be told. I can almost imagine a young teenager who had been put there for whatever reason, crying, and reaching a hand out from under the door.
Perhaps a nurse on duty would reach out as well, and hold the protruding hand?
...I don't think so.
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
I must admit that I did think of the Poopkid when I first viewed this image. Haha. I just can't help myself sometimes.
Perhaps it's a painting which interprets a lighting fixture?
I thought perhaps it was some form of corrosion or rust, but the origin point appears to have been applied, rather than from dripping down the wall...
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
Without a word of a lie, I would like nothing more than to just walk to that chair, sit down and relax.
...Knowing my luck, it would break under me though. Damn corrosion.
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
I'm not quite sure why, if it's just the colours, or the fact that this place seems untouched by graffiti...just natural causes of rot...or the colours in these shots, but I must admit that this gallery has been your most relaxing and calming so far, Mr. Motts. I never cease to be impressed.
These pictures just feel very much...like I'm at home or something. They are very soothing. Love them.
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
The way that it's rotting, and then the condition of the floors and walls all around it are really...it paints an eerie picture.
Actually, it quite reminds me of this one desktop I had used for the longest time, called "The Devil's Badroom".
Just a thought. ;)
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
Or did they do it, and it didn't work?
Or do we even know?
- Location: Greystone Park Psychiatric Center (view comments)
- Gallery: Uncovering the Past
It's kind of funny, before I even read the caption for it, I thought it looked very much like a rainforest...
- Location: Eagle River Power Station (view comments)
- Gallery: Corrosive Industry
For the numerous "soap dispensers", of course.
- Location: Eagle River Power Station (view comments)
- Gallery: Corrosive Industry
I don't know why, but this looks like it could be a flower in a very corrupted and industrialized version of Alice in Wonderland, yes?
- Location: Eagle River Power Station (view comments)
- Gallery: Corrosive Industry
It gives me warm fuzzies to see this picture, but also, it makes me feel kinda' melancholy...it's almost as if it's saying that we all abandon our childhood when we grow up, and the memories are pushed aside to the darkest corner of our adulthood (aka the office), perhaps never to be discovered again.