This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
The only light in the ‘coffin’ of the Atlas E is that which leaks through the exhaust vents.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.
I wanted to see the third floor to get a better view, but the third floor had already been demolished. The old walls had cascaded down the staircases. This building is gone, now, as you can expect.
The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.
Stained windows and sheet metal catch the sunset from across the Ohio River.