Fly ash, kicked up by downdrafts, rise again up the smokestack that is the signature feature of the plant. It’s a steel top hat.
A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
A morning shower made the plant’s metal siding shake… probably nothing, though, compared to when the furnaces were blasting. The objects on the ground are molten ore containers.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.