Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.
C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash.
A different kind of block party.
Near the smokestack were these remains of older Clark buildings. When I visited, only one brick building still stood.