Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.