A 8-foot-tall volume indicator that could be read from across the beet boiler floor–convenient when the controls are 20 feet away.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
Like looking out of an airship.
It’s a straight view from the projection booth to the stage, but hell of a walk. At a fast pace, I think it would take 10 minutes to walk from this spot to the chair. Behind the curtains is a big white screen, so the theatre could be used for either stagework or moving pictures. The two projectors are set up for 3D movies right now–hence the little switch below the window–a Polaroid 3D synchronizer. Cool, huh?
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.