The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
Presumably, in a nuclear blast the antenna would be blown flat and pop back up, allowing communication even after a near-direct hit.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
A calendar and comic strip decorate the current pattern shelf in the building which was a coffin factory.
I am not sure what caused the discoloration, but two of the walls near the door to the machine shop are stained yellow-red. I assume this had to do with the walls in relation to blowing piles of iron ore, and that the walls have been partly infused with iron oxide. Any other ideas?
Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
2004. Machine Shop Loft.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…