The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
To get more light into the wards, the building was narrow and had angular rooms, often staff space, perpendicular to the main hallway.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
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.