The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
In the nitrating house.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
The conveyorway that carried the sintering material to the mixing floor at the top of the plant.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
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 ruined skyway looks like it should be at ground level because of the growth, but it’s actually the second floor of the building.