Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
This is where the lime would spill out.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.