Interlocking bricks at the mouth of the stoker-less boiler.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Admin, 2005. This is the only good picture I took of the Administration Tower before a lightning strke ignited its roof. Now a metal cap keeps the water out of the most iconic building at the Kirkbride.