A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
What time is it?
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.