Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
A machine to cast copper billets.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
The old offices for the Oberon Elevator are defunct, but seem to be holding up to the brutal prairie snows and winds. Medium Format.