The warped floors caught my eye in this room too–a symptom of turning off heat and not patching a leaking roof in the midwest.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
Showering red-hot coke fresh from the furnaces near the Coal Tower (in the back) was the Quenching Tower’s duty (front).
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
After demolition in the mid 2000s, this interior door became exterior. I remember walking through the car shed as a teenager. It was a shortcut, if I didn’t get caught.