Everything had to be tested before being sent to the front lines. Here’s where smaller ammunition would be test-fired. I was able to dig up several misfired rounds. Now they live in my collection of oddities.
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Every walking path was strewn with debris. It was hard to imagine that all that was inside once.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Off the beaten path is this old LTV sign. Now it points to a ghost town and dead dock.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.