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.
Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
Because the shaft is nearly vertical, rocks riding inside shift a lot. To keep them from breaking down the door and raining into the shaft.
This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.
…when injection molding was the new thing that everyone was experimenting with.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.