Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
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Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
One of the pair of motors that powered this mine shaft. In the 1950s, this shaft was designated a rescue shaft, and was only maintained for emergencies. One reason that Cheratte built Shaft 3 nearby was because these motors and infrastructure did not have the capacity that the giant mine below called for.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.