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.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
It was as noisy then as it is colorful now…
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
The nitrating house was a chemically dangerous place, so it had thick metal and concrete shield for every station right next to an emergency shower.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
The largest room was the diesel laboratories, which tested various devices and fuel additives to make it safer to mine underground with diesel trucks and other machinery, such as at White Pine Mine, Michigan.