Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
The belts on these mills have long ben missing.
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.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.