My new serendipitously assembled crew continue to explore the Kirbride.
My new crew are all true photographers. My favorite kind of urbexers.
Here are the cameras of Starman, Ratfink Dan, Erin (with an e) and RyanX.
My camera is busy taking the photo and couldn't pal around with its new buddies.
Two sinks filled with fallen debris from the decaying ceiling.
Solarium alcove with tin ceilings.
Chair in a basement room.
The Kirkbride has two main wings separated by an administration wing.
Since the admin portion of the building had burned, the only way to travel between the two wings
without going outside is to use the tunnel system. If at all possible we do not want to go outside,
because it would be very easy for the State Police security patrols to spot us and arrest us.
A collapsed section of flooring. As you can see, you don't want to be standing under a collapse.
This is a view of a collapse from the floor above. You don't want to be standing up here when it collapses either.
You just can't win with a collapse.
From the condition of this tin ceiling, I would guess that the collapse was caused by a roof leak.
Water coming in through the leak weakened the floor until it...BOOM!
Mid morning sunlight filtering into a patient's room.
Exterior view of the Kirkbride. My exteriors are photographed through windows because
at all costs, we did not want to go outside where would be easily spotted by security patrols.
Some patients probably stared at this view for years. Maybe for their entire lives.
Antique fire extinguishers, still diligently standing guard.
This is what I love. Nature will find a way.
Paint petals blooming.
Pigeon cathedral. That isn't dirt on the floor.
Somehow this type of ceiling always has a busted window that allows pigeons to come inside. The attics of this
Kirk were overrun by bats. And it seems the pigeons and bats don't cohabitate. So the pigeons lived here.
Probably too bright for bats anyway.
Screened in porch.
Scale. Imagine how many barefoot mental patients stood on this thing.
Double sink.
Ward hall.
Bedframe with vent grills.
Like so many explorations. Things can change without warning.
A State Cop showed up to the entrance of the Kirk escorting a construction worker.
As they approached, they must have spotted us in the windows...because!!
HERE THEY COME!!!!!!
Backup radioed...heading our way. Run!
In expert fashion our group split up. Three of us to the tunnels. Two to the attic.
GO!
But which way? We had only had one guide and two groups.
RyanX, Starman and Erin (with an e) retreated to the nether region of the Kirk. Down into the tunnel system where even the sub-tunnels have sub-tunnels.
Ratfink Dan and I blindly tried to find our way through the Kirk labrinth to the farthest point from the entrance.
That would be the attic in the far end of the wing. No police would go up there.
The floors were much too dangerous. But how do we get there?
And we hoped the ladder would support us when we found it.
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