Disney land, pales. Castles in the sky, outstanding.

These we're offshoots of the main tunnel and held those little ledges that one can see one the left hand side. I surmise that these places were the oldest part of the main bldg. complex and might have held patients. I also remember that just away from these funny little cretches that in the main tunnel that there semblances of nursing stations. Can anyone give me a take on this observation?

Thats what excactly was, a niche, When working night that where I would make my nest and cop a few zzzz's. The ward was upper 4 and 5 north. It was an ancient ward and gave one the chance to absorb the past and feel the present.

Who built this awful place, Walmart?

The art of iron work. This was in some of the older parts of the complex. Your a pro.

Stark symmetry, good shot.

excellent black and white. The contrast between the aerial view and the verdent country side is quite ethereal and and realistic.

Exquisite architecture and going to dust.

Can you imagine the feeling of suffocaction behind that cold unforgiving door. The suffering of mankind.

Of rack and ruin, no more no less.

Great photography.

This was the morgue in the Main Bldg,. where they performed the autopies.

Remember the few times that I brought bodies in the middle of the night to this particular morgue. Their were two in the complex, one in the Main bldg, and one in Haskell.

I played a intense game of frisbee with a mad man named Mercury in this courtyard. Those are all wards that usually surrounded the courtyards.

Esthetically a time and place loser. Out of context but reality.

The agony and the estacy but the grandeur of it all.

A lesson in black and white.

The majesty of it all.

Did you ever notice in your dreams of rooms of yesterday, the air always had a yellow tint. I think thats because the air is so dead that it can't hold livings thoughts. It's what dreams are made of.

The rise and fall of the mental health system in this country. You've done a great job, your photos shows the talent that you posess.

The immensity of it all, you captured it .

Good past/present flick. I mean it was all freaky and creepy and like I made out my chick in the bookshelf, jeez, it was all groovy. Mott, you definately need a more sofhisticated clientel.

Damned nice looking tub. I'd love to turn it into a Jacuzzi for the master bedroom.

Your photography is excellent. You capture the spirit and the angst that emanates from these dwellings of days gone by. You have picked up the feel, spirit and the nuances that your photos portray. Upward and onward my friend.

The ward was upper four south and that room was about par for the rooms for that ward. I worked at NSH. for fourteen years in the 60"s and 70's and I thought many times to bring in my polaroid and take photos of the patients in seclusion in those rooms where the temp. was about 60deg. and they were in wrist and ankle and pretty much in b'cou dicomfort. The whole deal was not romantic and ghosts did not abound at that time, but a lot of suffering did exsist . But I remind you a lot of good works by compassionate dedicated staff who at there own peril, put themselves out to these poor souls. The emphasis is on ghosts, it's romanticism and didn't exist at the time. At that time it was basic, raw , reality. Not unlike being in a war. The doors were metal and all the dampness just kind of bled rust. I do remember the poors souls behind those cold doors. If I had my wish I would raze all those buildings by fire just to purify them. There was a requeim back in the 90's to put all the souls to rest and they are. It's all the jerks who continually break in to the old place are shamefull. Let these souls rest in peace. It's no less than breaking into mausoleums and desacrating graves. Bless all my past friends on the hill, they deserve respect. John.