The doors to patient rooms file off into the distance of a famous Asylum in New England, USA. Each numbered door leads to a small square room barely large enough to hold two single beds. Each door is affixed with a small 1.5″×1.5″ reinforced glass square through which doctors, orderlies and nurses could view each cell.
This asylum once housed over 3,000 patients. Now it only houses dust, forgotten relics and memories. The wind whips through the hallways like most abandonments but here, the doors are so heavy the wind cannot move them. There’s an eerie silence that hangs in the air. The only time the sound of NOTHING is broken is when a security car passes by.
Forgotten places. Forgotten memories. Forgotten lives.
Each frame I drag back is my humble attempt to do these justice.
I can only dream of one day being that proficient.
Canon EOS 30d with a 50mm f/1.8 @ f/f.6 @ ISO160 for .8 seconds in black & white on a tripod. Tones and curves adjusted in Photoshop CS3
Shot in natural light. Here, I waited for the cloud to pass so I could get nice distinct definition between the shafts of light creeping through the rooms and the shadows cast by each door. This is the best of about 20 frames of this I shot that day in varying modes and settings.