The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
Point me to the blast furnace.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
A sentinel stands watch over an abandoned Hannah, ND house. Medium Format.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.