One of thousands in the complex. Part of a series of photographs where I capture the number “13” in industrial settings.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Quincy Smelter, 2014.
The tops of the coke stoves.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
“Cutting torch.” The remains of a catwalk now leads to void on the sintering floor, four stories over the next solid footing. Only two staircases led to the top floor, some half dozen others were cut off for scrap.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…