I don't think it's morbidity, but a brush with the unknown.
We don't truly know where we go after we pass, but I honestly believe there is too much phenomena out there to discount ghosts.
By the way, these pictures are astoundingly beautiful and well executed. I am visualizing the building not as it is now, but as it was. It seems to be such a light, airy and gorgeous place to be despite the buildings *job* for lack of a better word. I can see the nurses in their crisp white dresses and caps moving from room to room.
Even the casket photos didn't disturb me. They are just a utilitarian cog in the machine of the sanitarium.
I'm glad I stumbled onto this site!
Thank you so much for taking these photos. I remember begging my parents every weekend to take me to EF. I stumbled across your site thanks to google. ^_^ Your photography brings back so many memories, and also the sadness I felt the day this park closed, and watched it turn to this.
When musicians die, they leave their music. This rusting equipment and your very nice photos are all that's left of the life's work of countless engineers who will never be remembered for their "masterpiece."
Most, if not all, developmental centers have areas for the repair of wheelchairs. A large number of people who live at these facilities use wheelchairs to get around, so it is more than just an inconvenience if one breaks down.
Yes, I need a wheelchair with back support and a leg rest....and a 400 horse power engine and flames! yes!
haha seriously though, really great picture. Never heard of a wheelchair repaire room...but I guess everything needs to be repaired. "Hello, I'm Bob, and I'm a Wheelchair Repairman."
We don't truly know where we go after we pass, but I honestly believe there is too much phenomena out there to discount ghosts.
By the way, these pictures are astoundingly beautiful and well executed. I am visualizing the building not as it is now, but as it was. It seems to be such a light, airy and gorgeous place to be despite the buildings *job* for lack of a better word. I can see the nurses in their crisp white dresses and caps moving from room to room.
Even the casket photos didn't disturb me. They are just a utilitarian cog in the machine of the sanitarium.
I'm glad I stumbled onto this site!