Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
At an abandoned castle.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
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.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
A sort of blender in a powder line building. The top vent had been removed, so leaves and light fall onto the teeth now.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.