This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
Kat’s pretty cool.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.