.!!!...Strong verbal reactions are the answer to strong visuals, Msr. Motts!!!
To me, this is only one of the reasons why your site is so fantastic.... (I'll rave more another time., OK, now.)
Your photos compel responses from many of us . I think all of our comments prove that your work "catches " tremendously varied emotions, and compels us to verbalize our feelings...an opaque rainbow of emotions, lets say....
Much like the reaction to the work of a great painter or sculpturer would be ( yeah, I sayed it! )
Because of the feelings generated, the work ends up having a following.
I love the following.
Opacity....
...As said in a comment: people find a location (here) interesting or relevant to them (or "whatever grabs their fancy ") and then make their assumptions: Perhaps believing that life is only, "black and white" (like the photos) ; or that life seems only bad or good; that it only digresses or progresses; that we only have ONE way of seeing things.
Emotions are not refutable.
Opacity....
Nothing is black or white only.
Nothing is this or that way only... it ain't so. It just ain't so...not in photos, not in movies, not in any time-line is anything only black or white; one way or another (except on a one-way street, remember for safety, please!)
Don't assume your friend or child or dog loves parsley or hot peppers as much as you do....
This said, mind you, I want it to be know that I don't do this personally. Assume, I mean... well, I really try not to cause I know too much to do this! And , well Bennie Hill said, " Never assume...."
Anyway...strong sentiments are loved by all.
Thanks from "quest" to everyone who has moved into this "community" because someone (Monsieur Motts and crew, I speak of you) cares enough for this community to be built. :-)
the buildings almost have personalities of their own .. not to mention the "help" from the facilities still in use .. My favourite client ( we were never allowed to call them patients) was a woman named Karen .. who loved to pee in her purse and throw it out the open window at someone on the sidewalk.
I love the brick and flagstone .. I guess growing up around the buildings and then later working there left a soft spot in me for it, especially now that I'm living so far away.
I was a patient there in1962. There were no seclusion rooms. Patients on open wards were allowed to leave the grounds on a day pass at 7 AM and did not have to return until 10:30 PM . There were locked wards but patients were only put on them if they acted out or showed other signs that need close supervision. There were however back wards that were horrible. I saw them.luckily the patients on these wards were so far out of contact ,that they had no awareness of their suroundings.
That clock tower looks so strange. It seems as if it is lightly bent towards the viewer, but when seen from a different angle it appears that it's perfectly vertical.
frankthetank,
Count yourself lucky to be close to a place like this. Connecticut has FFLD Hills...but we can't get close.
I'd like to hear more. ...
thanks
I've always loved this place, I live about 3 minutes away from there, and i've driven around it several times. Glad to see that someone has also taken interest in it.
Wizid, I love hearing those who have expirience . It is really special. Gracious thanks for your insight.
Again, I'm so happy that there are people like you (with knowledge and experience) that are on site!
Thanks!
Hey, thanks, I live in Worcester and have visited WSH often - my mother worked with children there when I was much younger - before it got burned. I have been looking for pics of the inside for ages, you just made my night.
This is probably what they kept some of their medicines in to control the temperature. We have some thng like this in our basement. The Dr. who built our house in the late 30's used it for that reason.
thats right lynne in junior high we were herded through tiled walls with showers spray6 coming out all about, ' keep moving" some of these comments dont consider some things , but in general these are moody sad pictures of a brooding time and bygone times of lives here..