A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.
Plaster doesn’t last long without a roof.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
Stained windows and sheet metal catch the sunset from across the Ohio River.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.
Looking out of the demolished skyway. Note the big hole in the floor. The lens is too wide to keep my foot out of it… I’m hanging in the superstructure that I climbed to make this photo.