After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Beautiful belt wheels above the grain cribs. Getting to the spot where this was taken is now impossible, and I don’t know whether these remain or not anymore.
These machines had embossed metal numbers marking their ends.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
A generator in the power room… steam powered.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.