Furnace #6; its catwalk and tapway. Note the lever-operated gutter-blockers.
No more bailouts. No excuses.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
Old hospital beds.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
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.
The copula where molten metal would pour is on the left. It seems the whole floor was covered in ash in front of it.