A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
A dead belt-o-vator.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.