A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
At the top of the Head Frame, over the silo, a space is hollowed-out for ore cars to dump their load before going back underground in search of copper.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
Quincy Smelter, 2014.
Frankie and Quarantine pictured.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Looking between the asbestos house and mineral (lime) house.