Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Numbers on a pillar counted tank capacity for a removed water container; an unhinged door in an unhinged factory beguiles those looking for an exit.
The top floor of the Dominion Elevator. Acros 100 on 120.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
An auxiliary crane in the corner of the foundry room.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.