What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
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.
An example of a typical desk at Buckstaff… messy, but everything’s there. It probably looks much as it did in 2011 when the plant closed.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
Looking at the entrance of the powerplant from its lowest catwalk.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
The remains of the surgical suite.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.