A coveted corner office, full of former thrift store wares.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
There isn’t much left of the factory offices.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
Looking from the ‘crack’ that shows a collapsed tunnel into the dry house, in the direction miners returning home would walk. Note smoke lines above door.
A storage vault for guns and other weapons to protect the base from attack.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.