The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
Somewhere there was a hoe left on the ground. Given that we had read articles about photographers being mugged around the abandoned projects, we felt it wouldn’t hurt to carry this around. I am glad we did; it made a great musical drumstick against the warped Wheeler Rec Center floor.
Thick glass windows allow workers to check the beet juice levels in this steel tank. You can tell by the reinforcement that it had a lot of liquid and had to hold against immense pressure. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7.