A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
Part of a furnace control panel.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
Old hospital beds.
Interlocking bricks at the mouth of the stoker-less boiler.