The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
The floor IS the machine…
The first floor of the Industrial Loft building.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
I found a face.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.