The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
The front door to the auditorium.
When I first visited the chapel, it had a projection TV, two organs, Bibles, and more. Now these are mostly ruined, except for the tapestries, which have somehow survived.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
This building was an office and lounge for engineers. It is also demolished.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.