The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
I would wager that National Mine became the dumping ground for Chain O’ Mines as the company began to fail.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
It will be a good harvest.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.