A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
It’s almost hard to tell whether the colors come from oil in the water or the colorful glass lit up by the Michigan sunset.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
The interior of one of the curved corridors that connect two wards. Note the original floor’s hand-laid tile pattern. Portra 160.
An observation room, possibly for children, has drapes around a 2-way mirror. You know, to dress up the fact that someone could be watching anonymously on the other side.