Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
In the middle of Electric Steel, dust collector vents cross-cross out of sight.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.