The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
On this production line, the office was elevated far above the floor.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.