Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
A volcano (?) under a window.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
Cages and hooks to dry wet miner clothes.
Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
Cauterized wounds on the factory floor, where the middle of the newer mill opens up to allow massive equipment. Now the pipes are cut and the equipment is gone.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.