When I revisited the mine in 2013, the hoists were scrapped and sitting by the road.
When I first visited the chapel, it had a projection TV, two organs, Bibles, and more. Now these are mostly ruined, except for the tapestries, which have somehow survived.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
A mid-line polishing booth. It was fun to see the thousands of lasers and other sensors that guided the robotic arms and tools around the bodies as they passed. Note the red/green stop/go lights in the distance.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.