A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.
One of the four fire alarm panels in the power station.
A firedoor dating to the original car barn is roped off, anticipating demolition.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.