The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.
Part of the brewing process is sterilizing the kettles, pipes and tanks all product would touch. This was done with a caustic solution. To the left is a healthy pile of asbestos where a heating tank used to stand, insulated in the carcinogenic mineral. The tank got cut apart, the asbestos stayed here.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
The underside of the dock seemed almost like a cathedral to industry with vaulted ceilings.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
Off the beaten path is this old LTV sign. Now it points to a ghost town and dead dock.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.