This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
East Elevation of the Depot. Ektar 100/Mamiya 6
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.