Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
The southernmost houses in Gilman are seen through the pines on the right, near the tram stop.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
Looking into the coke batteries in the extant oven… chunks of coke are still hanging from the inner walls, despite the exterior’s wrecking ball pummeling.