An old nurse’s station (you can tell because of the half-door with table) with torn-up tiles. Notice through the curved doorway that even the ceiling has a curvature.
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Looking at the concrete headframe from street level. Acros 100 in Pentax 67
Filters and fans to draw air into the boilers in the second power plant.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
On deck, looking at the door to the engine room.
Where the workers would rest their feet and clean their plates.