The steam-powered hoist that pulled ore and dropped men from the mine. Note the hydraulic-operated brake on top with its massive brake pad. Now scrapped.
This building looked like some sort of office.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
A corner of the addition is lined with glass cabinets, formerly filled with beds.
The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.
The headquarters for the plant was in the middle of it. It’s abandoned but well preserved–a strange sight in Gary, Indiana.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.