The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
Part of the system below Dock 2.
Looking up from the industrial courtyard.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.