At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.