A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
In the mountainside are a number of air shafts, indicating where the tunnels traced under the rocky surface.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
The south wall of the power plant. Its sheet metal skin couldn’t fit around the structure, it seems… note the very strange protruding superstructure.
A diesel crane and conveyor belt tripper are the major pieces of equipment that dominate the dock.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.