Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
A snapshot showing the staircase and catwalks in the middle of the boiler room.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
The bottom of the elevator in the new foundry.
The east side of the boiler shop sported a platform with a control booth and heavy machine mounts. Note the door that replaces the lower section of stairs for explorers.
This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.