It’s like a piece of paper that’s been written on and rewritten, until you can’t read what the original message was.
No, it’s not your Mac’s desktop, it’s a beautiful Lake Superior night. Taken from near the former Pittsburgh and Reading Anthracite Plant. You can see the frame that used to hold the lifeboat that was auctioned in 2006 to the left of the Pilot House.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.
Watching the demolition of one stockhouse from another. The two cranes were removing steel storage tanks.
Look at the floor–do you see the hole? That goes down a lonnnnnng ways.