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i swear that face looks creppy

fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Great photo motts love the arches

I like how the left side of the picture contrasts from the right

Hi Robert! You should join the Forum. Seems like you would have a lot to contribute!

As a matter of fact, cremation requires about 2500 degrees to produce the desired effect of turning a body, bones and all, into ash. 2500 degrees of heat woul completely melt those tin units.
Nor are they bread makers, as this is not the kitchen unit.
The Criminally Insane, who were housed in this building, woulde not have been allowed acces to birds, even astensibly for the purpose of "therapy."

These would have been used to steralyze mattresses, sheets, towels, etc.

yes, in fact this is the criminally insane building. One of the "newer ones" built in the 30s.
I got a few pictures from the inside of this building in 2001. In one shot, the plaster was falling down so badly, it looked like snow drifts piled around the edges of the room.
In one, a bathtub is about half-full of the stuff.

These are all quite arresting and beautiful--if that word could be used to describe a place like this.

OMG, the colors are so pretty and calming...

This smoke-darkened room may very well reflect the blackened, ravaged minds of the many lost and forlorn patients who resided here.

Absolutely gorgeous in its eerilness.

It looks so dismal...and beautiful.

that is a really creepy picture

I do wonder why it was left open though

I hate to burst anyone's bubble regarding the humane treatment of institutionalized people at the time most of these buildings were experiencing their heyday but it "was" common in this country well into the 1950s to conduct medical experiments on people who were disabled, insane, convicts and those with mental retardation. Just take a closer look at the research of early medical pioneers like Jonas Salk. It was a different time with different ideology. By the way, the photos on this site are gorgeous.

Lynne, two words:


You rock!

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The window looks inward
At the lonely weeping walls
The window looks outward
At the empty, endless halls
The silence hurts my ears
But cannot dispel my fears
As from the corner of an eye
The lack of substance does not lie
Ghostly shadows dart about
Please, won't someone let me out.