I wish I knew the story of this popcorn-themed boxcar.
This crane could reach any part of the power station floor.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Looking at Carrie from the place where the molten steel would be cast
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
A row of security lights line the roof of the power station.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.