The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
David Aho pictured.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
This is a room where the actual explosive elements were mixed. In the event of an accident, this glass wall would give way before the concrete and thus direct the flames and shockwave away from the rest of the building. In other words, the glass is not just to get a lot of wonderful natural light into the building.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.