Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
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.
The two exhaust vents coming out from the boilers en route to the stacks. Plywood marks where where catwalks were removed to extract equipment.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.