The dry house is in the worse condition of the remaining buildings. This is where miners would change clothes.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
The bits with handles are the filters with screens of different sizes. Larger grain particles would be stopped at the top for further reduction via the mills, while the powder at the bottom would be run through another bolter–one of the refinement stages in flour production.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
At an abandoned castle.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
One of two control towers that reached over the lake. The control panel here was used to move the conveyors over the ship’s hold doors, adjust flow of the taconite, and so on.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.