This is the 2nd of 3 posts from a recent trip back home to New York. My brother invited me to explore the abandoned Kings Park Psychiatric Center. The psychiatric center was built on 800 acres of land. We only explored a tiny portion of the property and its buildings. This post focuses more on the incredible artwork that is very much a part of this abandoned landscape.
On a recent trip back home to New York my brother invited me to hike some trails on the north shore of Long Island and visit the abandoned King’s Park Psychiatric Center. He encouraged me to bring my camera – glad I did. The sprawling campus of this abandoned facility is something to behold. It is fascinating to see so many old buildings and realize they were filled with patients and all kinds of professional and support personnel. A Google search will return the sad, tragic saga of this facility. This is Building 93. It is much more ominous than these images reveal.
Took a long ride and ended up in one of my favorite spots: The Marseilles Ruins, in Marseilles, Illinois.
This is the 6th in a small series of images from a recent motorcycle ride to a favorite location, The Marseilles Mill Ruins, which, you can learn about by clicking on a link in my previous post. These are pictures of one of the gates that controlled the flow of water along channels, called raceways, that were used to help create power and run the old paper mill.
The second image of the church building of my childhood. The structure is in the shape of an “L”, with the altar right at the lower left corner where the horizontal and vertical lines of an “L” meet. This is taken looking towards the alter from the end of the horizontal part of the “L.” In know that the church is not a building – it is people following as disciples – still, this was very sad for me to see.
This is what I find when I bike 25 miles west from home. It is a favorite destination. If you want to know more about it you can read the back story here.
Located on the I & M Canal at 5 Mile Bridge, I have been told that this barn dates back to the construction of the canal in the 1800’s. The barn has many stories, sits as a lonely reminder of a forgotten time, and, as seasons change, it seems to get dressed in whatever the weather brings out, and always looks fine.
One more post from my recent Marseilles trip. Between being terribly sick and the business of Thanksgiving I have not gone out on a bike ride for almost two weeks now. Feeling a bit nostalgic for a good long ride before the winter cold moves into the Chicago area.
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