In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
Showering red-hot coke fresh from the furnaces near the Coal Tower (in the back) was the Quenching Tower’s duty (front).
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
Not a part of the Foundry, but the Enclosed Body Building. The rebar welded over the windows and the rust patterns with the lighting makes this geometric photos one of my favorites from the year.