The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
It’s a small world… look at it.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.