When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
A massive steel sheer’s equally massive drive cog. Imagine the force.
Holes in the roof lead to holes in the plaster and finally holes in the floor. That’s not what gutted the God from this altar, though.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…