The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
Wood brick floors reduced noise and vibration, making the work environment safer and keeping the superstructure intact. Too bad people like to pile these up and set them on fire on the weekends. With 3.5 million sqft, though, it’s not exactly running out…
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.