Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
A nice view of the aurora borealis (“Northern Lights”) strong enough to outshine the industrial lighting at the power plant. The lights in the foreground direct ships discharging coal for the station.
This skyway, built to help seal off two parts of the complex during an out of control fire, was probably too rotten to burn by the time I saw it.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
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)
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.