Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
From the boarded-up choir loft above the chapel, minutes after sunrise. Obviously local kids have long had their way with this landmark.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
From the catwalks below the hoisting motor in Shaft No. 1.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.