Curtains

Old hospital beds.

In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.

One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.

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.

Levers and indicators to control and track the path of mine cars moving up and down the mine shaft. Note the mine depth indicators would trace paper… this is because the steel cables stretch out over time, so the line length changes with the years.

The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.

These ceramic bricks were likely from the fireproof tunnel that connected the elevators.

Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.

A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.