Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.