The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The arches of the Twohy building, before some of the signs and sills were painted in 2015.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
A snapshot showing the staircase and catwalks in the middle of the boiler room.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.