Stuck at 31° Celsius – the dial for the boiler temperature. A boiler that was mostly disassembled, stolen and the remains are silently rusting away. The temperature must be a memory of better days. On the day of the visit in mid April, it was
Work is done, the water gone… time for a beer!
A forgotten remote control for one of the many cranes insider the old foundry.
Two pairs of shoes rest on a mossy wall while the former owners… who knows?… (Whoever put the shoes there – I only capture what I find but never move or arrange anything on such locations…)
The control console of one of the many rail cranes inside the old Ferrum foundry.
In one of the dark corners of the old foundry, an old arc welder stays hidden and without power…