A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
Since the foundry went cold, I decided to turn down my color temperature… In the background, a chart showing graphite dispersion is one of the few artifacts left on the foundry floor.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
This view of BCT shows the portico where the main entrance is at the base of the office tower, and the clock.