Demolition crews got a taste of this 5-story power plant and decided to take a month-long smoke break. Here’s the bite.
One of my favorite signs. I imagine something like this happened when it was put up: “Wow, that’s a big sign.” “Yeah, you’re going to be putting it up in the elevator at the service door.” “Have you thought of may locking the door?” “What?” “You know, lock it so that there’s no risk, sign aside, of us going through and falling to our death.” “Shut up and just install the damn sign.”
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
This is a 1956 furnace. It was used to forge wheels, casings, and parts for the axel shop.