The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
A basement classroom, its chalkboards long gone, overlooks the playground.
My favorite shot of the 17-story Art Deco office tower attached to the train station.
The only good shot I have of the top of Battery A, in the upper left. Though it seemed to have been disused before its neighbor it had a lot less growth on it.