ianference:

Much of the medical/surgical tower - sometimes referred to as “New Med” - at Harlem Valley State Hospital is relatively trashed.  Located far up the hill, as remote as any part of the 1930s asylum campus, it used to be very easy to access before it was secured when private landowners bought the campus.  Thus, sadly, much of the surgical ward on the top floor is graffitied with the typical nonsense teens tend to spraypaint on walls - “LOOK BEHIND YOU!”, “Satan 666”, or simply a hastily-drawn phallus.  But this operating room is entirely pitch black, and hence has avoided such treatment - all it took was a long exposure to get a clean shot of the operating lamp, still in great shape after years of abandonment.
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ianference:

Much of the medical/surgical tower - sometimes referred to as “New Med” - at Harlem Valley State Hospital is relatively trashed.  Located far up the hill, as remote as any part of the 1930s asylum campus, it used to be very easy to access before it was secured when private landowners bought the campus.  Thus, sadly, much of the surgical ward on the top floor is graffitied with the typical nonsense teens tend to spraypaint on walls - “LOOK BEHIND YOU!”, “Satan 666”, or simply a hastily-drawn phallus.  But this operating room is entirely pitch black, and hence has avoided such treatment - all it took was a long exposure to get a clean shot of the operating lamp, still in great shape after years of abandonment.

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ianference:

This was a patient bed in one of the tiny little rooms in Salmon Hall at Norwich State Hospital, a heavily secure building constructed to contain the most violent male patients and those under forensic commitment after a plea of “not guilty by reason of insanity”.  Instead of proper doors which provide some measure of privacy, most of the rooms simply had doors made of heavy security screen, and patients would be locked inside for much of the day.  The rooms were just barely big enough to accommodate a bed, a chair, and a dresser.  Sadly, this building - one of the oldest on the campus - was demolished a few years ago.  Read more about Salmon Hall.

ianference:

This was a patient bed in one of the tiny little rooms in Salmon Hall at Norwich State Hospital, a heavily secure building constructed to contain the most violent male patients and those under forensic commitment after a plea of “not guilty by reason of insanity”.  Instead of proper doors which provide some measure of privacy, most of the rooms simply had doors made of heavy security screen, and patients would be locked inside for much of the day.  The rooms were just barely big enough to accommodate a bed, a chair, and a dresser.  Sadly, this building - one of the oldest on the campus - was demolished a few years ago.  Read more about Salmon Hall.

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ianference:

The Waterfall Action Park, in Rodanthe, NC, was in poor repair before it closed down for a year (due to the death of the owner) and then was hit hard by Hurricane Sandy.  Now permanently shuttered, this Outer Banks destination is an overgrown heap of miniature golf courses and go-kart tracks.  The highlight of the amusement park, of course, was this rickety water slide, which I decided to photograph in a long exposure by a mixture of the light pollution from the nearby resort town and full moonlight in the middle of the night a few years back.

ianference:

The Waterfall Action Park, in Rodanthe, NC, was in poor repair before it closed down for a year (due to the death of the owner) and then was hit hard by Hurricane Sandy.  Now permanently shuttered, this Outer Banks destination is an overgrown heap of miniature golf courses and go-kart tracks.  The highlight of the amusement park, of course, was this rickety water slide, which I decided to photograph in a long exposure by a mixture of the light pollution from the nearby resort town and full moonlight in the middle of the night a few years back.

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ianference:

Finding human organs in jars is not an altogether uncommon occurrence when poking around the recesses of America’s abandoned asylums and hospitals.  Bumping into a cabinet upon which two such jars, the formalin long since dried out, rests at 4 in the morning is slightly unnerving.  This happened to me at Tuscaloosa’s Bryce State Hospital some time back, as I was searching around for those middle-of-the-night photographs to kill time until civil twilight broke.  After first light, I got so caught up in shooting a brand-new (to me) Kirkbride building that I completely forgot about the jars of organs - until it was almost time to go, at which point, I returned to grab a few captures.  Here’s one of them.
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ianference:

Finding human organs in jars is not an altogether uncommon occurrence when poking around the recesses of America’s abandoned asylums and hospitals.  Bumping into a cabinet upon which two such jars, the formalin long since dried out, rests at 4 in the morning is slightly unnerving.  This happened to me at Tuscaloosa’s Bryce State Hospital some time back, as I was searching around for those middle-of-the-night photographs to kill time until civil twilight broke.  After first light, I got so caught up in shooting a brand-new (to me) Kirkbride building that I completely forgot about the jars of organs - until it was almost time to go, at which point, I returned to grab a few captures.  Here’s one of them.

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naturepunk:

Abandoned pump house near Gardiner, Montana. We planned to camp here, but a strange smell lingered over the area. I recognized it as the distinct scent of something dead, and, sure enough, followed my nose to a place where two elk carcasses had been dragged into a ravine. They looked to be grizzly bear kills, but cougars also frequent the area. We moved on and camped with a group of fellow travelers about a half-mile away, figuring that we would be safer in numbers. All night long, we heard coyotes quarreling over the carcasses, but soon, even they went silent, giving way to what was likely a much larger animal. 

naturepunk:

Abandoned pump house near Gardiner, Montana. We planned to camp here, but a strange smell lingered over the area. I recognized it as the distinct scent of something dead, and, sure enough, followed my nose to a place where two elk carcasses had been dragged into a ravine. They looked to be grizzly bear kills, but cougars also frequent the area. We moved on and camped with a group of fellow travelers about a half-mile away, figuring that we would be safer in numbers. All night long, we heard coyotes quarreling over the carcasses, but soon, even they went silent, giving way to what was likely a much larger animal. 

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