Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
This peak is a little over 7,000 feet high and is a popular hiking spot. As a bulky Minnesotan who is better built for an arctic expedition, I stuck to the mesa.
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.
The sexiest feature of Kurth is this steel arch over the silos on its south side. The manholes in the floor open to the silos directly, and flimsy grates might catch a hurried worker. Grates were removable so that workers could descend into the concrete tubes, so a few are missing today.
Broken skyways in the sand casting house, where everything was utterly fire-resistant.