Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
Not a part of the Foundry, but the Enclosed Body Building. The rebar welded over the windows and the rust patterns with the lighting makes this geometric photos one of my favorites from the year.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.