The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
In what Studebaker called the ‘Materials Building’ are these giant concrete bins of fine molding sand, there for casting metal parts using the molten metal from the adjoining building. On the far left side there is a train track and once upon a time a gantry crane traced the room under the roof
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.