A skyway 100 feet above this office crumbled one day. This is what happened when those two met. High-impact love.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?