In case you were wondering what a day in the life of a patient was like in the later years…
A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
A rare door left on the workhouse. The stairs to the left led down into a flooded basement. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Artifacts from the days this was a furniture factory and warehouse.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.