They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.
The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.