On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Little has changed inside the mill, but since it was built in 1916, many tanks and ancillary buildings have popped up around it.
Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
I wish I had the equipment then that I have now… I look back at these 10-year-old pictures and can’t ignore all the grain.
In the nitrating house.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.