A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
A closeup of the finely-carved seats in the house, presumably original to the Sattler. There are not too many of these in this kind of condition. If you have a better name for this figure than Cordelia, leave a comment.