#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
This is an example of the equipment that was originally manufactured at Barcol.
In the mine offices, a training manual for miners sits open. Here’s how you signal to the surface if you are trapped after a disaster.
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.
These pools looked into the cribbing below the concrete.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.