Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
Everything is texture.
Quincy Smelter, 2014.
A tunnel that brought heat from the power plant to the Hart House. Since that building was demolished, this only served as a fallout shelter. To my knowledge, this was never used to move bodies to the incinerator. That was probably done with a vehicle and the lower entrance to the power station, which did dispose of TB victims for some time.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
The factory’s first aid room and laboratory. Sure makes me wonder how safe the lab was!
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.