A multi-family home with an attic bedroom. The staircase was unstable, to say the least.
From an unsteady perch atop the blast furnace, the morning light began to leach into the complex below.
90% of Brach’s looks like this. Concrete walls, mushroom pillars, and water over the floor.
These concrete blocks were formed to be solid mounts for machinery. All the metal was scrapped in the late 1990s, leaving these modern ruins. Seagulls love them.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
The Comm Room’s portals once supported many more conduits.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.