Katherine Anderson

It finally stopped raining, yet somehow it’s still not spring out there. I haven’t picked up my camera since last Saturday when I returned to the old Nichewaug Inn to pay what may be my last visit to one of the most poignant abandonments I have ever photographed. When you come upon a place that hasn’t been touched since 1972 there’s an eerie feeling inside like time has stopped and you, your future self, are intruding on a life that is frozen inside that building. In the beds that are still made you can see those who slept in them for one night, one month, one year… It’s not your own face in that mirror but the face of another young girl getting ready to graduate from Maria Assumpta in 1956, the first graduating class of the Inn turned Catholic school. An amazing place that…