2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
A yellow house above the mineshaft.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
It’s like a piece of paper that’s been written on and rewritten, until you can’t read what the original message was.
A long exposure in the wind, lit by airport lights.
This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?