The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
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.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.