A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
Ready for some science? Strap-in and get your goggles.
Two signatures complement this gorgeous hand-painted sign. ‘Bowers’ from 1987 and ‘Normal’ from 1982. The blocking on the letters is still visible!
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.