These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
In the nitrating house.
Shelves in in the coloring department, where hundreds of different mixer lids are splashed with hardened glass dyes. Color thanks to a yellow-tinted skylight.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.