Wiggle

While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.

Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.

At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.

A typical stretch of the assembly line.

Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.

From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.

What are we to do in an emergency?

I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.

Chester Creek takes many such sliding dives where it empties into Lake Superior.