These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Pipe fittings in little drawers, lit by tea lights.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.