Bucket Lift

I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.

Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.

The corners of these buildings are inscribed by a century of bored rail workers and delivery drivers. Pictured is the southeast corner of the Twohy, which is typical of mercantiles.

A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.

Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.

The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.

The turbine hall sported a beautiful Whiting gantry crane.

I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.

I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.