One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
Work never done.
A green chair in a green room.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
A ‘Hot Metal Car’ that would transport molten steel across the ‘Hot Metal Bridge’ from the furnaces to the mills.