A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
Unit 4’s lower levels.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
It remains unexplained what ‘serious results’ may stem from not reporting an accident, but when labor was cheap and unorganized I doubt anyone asked.