A long exposure of the side of the coke ovens, lit by the nearby streetlights.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
Around the corner from the old boiler room.
Light-painted to show off the beautiful radar equipment inside and Park Point across the bay.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.