Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
A bird near the old schoolyard.
An arrangement of brick graffiti on the old boiler house building near the railroad tracks.
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.