The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.