Pocket 472 A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute. Similar Images ...based on the tags: black&white, chutes, numbers, rusty, stencils... The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground. The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood. Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes. When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench. The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps. The elevator is stuck between floors. The front of the power plant (right), the distillery itself (center), and the regaling house (left). The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this. In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.