In the basement were all the valves to control the flow of municipal steam through the building. This hasty hand letting was beside one such valve, near a carved brick with a name and ‘1934’ under it.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
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.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
Frontenac, as seen from the Missouri Flats area.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.