In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
This belt-run axle ran a turbine (now gone) to blow fresh air into the mine.
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.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.