The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
The control room for the whole of the plant. Sinterband here means one of the sintering lines. Temperatures, gasses, mixtures, speeds, and so on were centrally controlled here.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
The roof has been replaced since this was taken. Hopefully, that will stem the water damage.