The steam plant could be vertically traversed with this one-man belt driven elevator.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
Beautiful details in the plaster moulding have been preserved by the sheer height of this room between the cathedral and auditorium.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Next to the pit in the maintenance shop is “The Wall”… where rail workers wrote about interesting happenings at Shoreham.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.