Ben

The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.

This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.

Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.

In the middle of Electric Steel, dust collector vents cross-cross out of sight.

Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.

Vents in the boards over the windows helps prevent mold and animals from getting too crazy inside.

I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.

The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.

In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.