Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
Like looking out of an airship.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
Looking toward Sleeping Giant from the workhouse.
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
Cheratte lives on in the shadow of its abandoned coal mine, although most of the shops are abandoned and many of the city’s landmarks have fallen into disrepair. Like other Belgian mining towns, those who have stayed in the town have kept up their apartments, so much of the company-building duplexes and homes are in great condition.
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
I wish I knew the story of this popcorn-themed boxcar.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.