At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
Sunset through a stained window in the headhouse made the floor feel like a heavy industrial Disney movie.
Germany’s steel mill city.
Aaron by the concentrator.
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
An emergency slide to help workers evacuate the blending house in an emergency.