Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
Left: A medium storage chamber with access to an interconnecting steam tunnel at ceiling height. This room also has various smashed toilets. Why? Because dead toilets–all of them–always find a home in a cave. Center: Steps go past a +-intersection, left goes deeper, right goes to utility tunnels for the brewery, forward used to go to the brewery basement… it’s now backfilled. Left from the backfill is a small hallway; see ‘Backfill Self Portrait’. Center-Right: Utility tunnels tie knots between the brewery’s demolished basement and its caves. Right: Most of the storage volume is in large chambers down this causeway.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.