Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.
The machine shop today.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
The tower of Dominion certainly dominates the elevator row.