Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
Some warnings on the older battery which was visibly older than its eastern counterpart. This set of batteries had no railing between the side of the ovens and a long drop onto railroad tracks… I like this picture because it shows the effects of the heat and corrosive gasses on the area around the ovens.
The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.