“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
An ad hoc scrawl remembers some long-done project.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
I wonder if these windows were bricked after the 1950 explosion with the hopes that, if another silos blew, the people in this office would be better protected.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.