The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
The only thing that signals that this was an office building, rather than another production floor, is the small amount of wood paneling that remains.