When I first visited the chapel, it had a projection TV, two organs, Bibles, and more. Now these are mostly ruined, except for the tapestries, which have somehow survived.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
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.
The elevator is stuck between floors.
Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
Mounted in an office.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.