A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
Looking at Carrie from the place where the molten steel would be cast
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.