Between 1904 and 1996, Norwich State Hospital was home to some of Connecticut’s most difficult mental cases.
Named after the ‘baker King’ and endorsed by a Duke, this elevator has led a charmed existence on the banks of the Kam. Between almost sliding into the river and being set on fire by teenagers, it’s amazing that it still remains. Here’s an article to show our appreciation, with guest co-author Ava.
The staff entrance, a small guard shack with limestone walls and a rotten wood roof, was unmanned. A few houses that were built by the distillery’s employees were behind me. The guard shack was empty. […]
Castles too rarely rise from american dirt, but somewhere in the Kentucky backcountry there’s a worn-down, boarded-up whiskey distillery that looks as if its stolen straight from Scotland. See how its history intersects with what goes into your Jim Beam and Wild Turkey today…
“Sunlight scorched what man could not, / Deep where tunnels met. / Though mine they could, / With steel and wood, / And those men that bled.” A poetic homage to an abandoned copper mine.
Known more for its afterlife of arson and anarchy, it insists to exist. It built cars between 1903 and 1958, only taking breaks to help America win its wars. Since then it has become an icon of America’s manufacturing decline.
People live on top of it now, ever since the Francis Hotel was turned into apartments. There’s a chunk of the building that nobody can get into though, and it has been that way for a while. St. Paul’s lost stage.
For Pillsbury to be abandoned in Minneapolis is like the Gateway Arch to be rusting from the inside out and passed by hundreds—unnoticing. This is Mill City, and this is the Mill of Mill City, and the people pass on, not even looking up to ask why these three square blocks on the river are the way they are.
A private tuberculosis hospital outside the Twin Cities, preserved through reuse, resilient despite neglect.
Sentinel grain elevators watch over the Manitoba prairie: its ghost towns, its defunct flour mills, and its endless fields.
I like abandoned things–factories, hospitals, schools–and now, I can add ‘abandoned kittens’ to that list. Oh, and here’s one of Minneapolis’ former animal feed mills, one that has roots back in 1916. Now, which do you think is cuter? Honestly, I’m torn…