Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
A ruined platform on the railyard platform side of the warehouse.
A rooftop scene.
The belts on these mills have long ben missing.
The machine shop today.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.