A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
In the barracks.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
The former BESCO building in the last light of day.