Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
Lacy hated playing for people. She wanted to make the piano speak back to her, not make people stare.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
Part of the grain drier system in ADM #1 crawls up the side of the building like a steel vine.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.