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Shadow: That is a great observation about the dresses. I for one appreciate this kind of detailed view.
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also I forgot to mention, notice the low rise on the steps, allowing for the longer dresses that were the fashion during this buildings construction to be accessed with discretion.

Back in 1890, it was a taboo for any "decent" lady to lift the bottom part of her skirt even for the purpose of acsending steps....no self respecting lady EVER showed her ankle or anything above it.
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Its very easy to remove a bannister like this...
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woo-hooo!
I knew there was a reason to wait to come back today...
oh Motts!
THANK YOU for giving us more to delight our eyes and senses!
Wonderful gallery Motts! Thanks again!
Yikes! Feels like being sucked into a wormhole.
Well, everyone said everything about this photo already, let me add, stunning!! Looks brand new. This should become another wallpaper I'd say.
And here is another prime example of immensness!! Wow! I would love to hear a guitar soloing in this room.
You had a ton of fun with the wide angle in this place. Wonderful compositon Motts! This set of images has given me a feeling of being small. As Lynne said in a previous post, the photos have an 'immense' feel to them.
Creepy! The lens you used gives the door a dwarf like appearance...I love it! Makes me think of Willy Wonka and the door at the end of his tunnel of illusion. (The old movie with Gene Wylder)
Another infamous, light at the end of the tunnel image. Good job Motts!
I agree with Lynne...stunning angle. I bend myself backwards just gazing at this image.
It's a pretty mural..gives a sense of relief from all the gloominess inside the institution.Or maybe it was just painful to see it every day for someone locked into a mental insitution like this one.
It never ceases to amaze me how many places like this one there are! It's a good thing someone documents them before they are torn down or decay. It's a significant piece of modern history.
great carving. You could probably knock someone's head off with that thing, assuming you could pick it up and still swing it.