This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.