Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Presumably, in a nuclear blast the antenna would be blown flat and pop back up, allowing communication even after a near-direct hit.
Lockers for the boiler room workers.
The overgrown offices serve no one at this former Federal Elevator in Snowflake, MB.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.