No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.
To run new gutters through the building, some of the plaster walls of the Chateau had to be smashed through.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
Fire doors and penis talk.
A typical large mine tunnel. You can just make out the narrow gauge rail.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.