The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
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.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
The mostly-empty distilling room is easy to spot from the outside because of the distinctive round window.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.