Taken on a short trip where the whole floor of the roundhouse and engine shop was covered in fresh snow–thanks to the holes in the roof and open windows.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
…a little close for comfort.
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.