Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
Twin tracks exit a concrete wall below St. Anthony (Cathedral) Hill.
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 office for the Government (Dominion) Elevator had a nice hat collection left over.
This is an example of the equipment that was originally manufactured at Barcol.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.