Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
This building stood on stilts until it was demolished. The top floor handled radio traffic to boats and trains. The bottom floor had locker rooms, records, and a lunchroom.
There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
Taken on a short trip where the whole floor of the roundhouse and engine shop was covered in fresh snow–thanks to the holes in the roof and open windows.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.