Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
…a better view of the huge tailings boom stretching outside of the tailings pond.