Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
This building looked like some sort of office.
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
This is one of the modern nurse’s stations where the last inpatients lived in the mid-2000s. The windows are thick shatterproof plastic. I am unsure why the suspended ceiling is missing.