The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
In a strange loft next to the brewhouse are these twin kettles, which seem much older than the main kettles in the brewhouse.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
Part of the grain drier system in ADM #1 crawls up the side of the building like a steel vine.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.