Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
Looking out of the brewhouse toward the river.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
A side door on the rear of the castle that let guests out into a small stone courtyard below a tall turret.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.