A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!
Note the pit is filled in here.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Fire doors and penis talk.
This room on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings has seemingly not changed since it was adapted for employee use. Some sections of the hospital were adapted for staff to live in. Paying Patient Ward–where capable patients were separated from wards of the state.
A poor panorama showing where the turntable used to be for the roundhouse.