I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
I like to think of this as the hardware abstraction layer. It’s one of many subassembly monorail conveyors that dipped onto the factory floor to deliver assembled subsections where they needed to be on the main assembly floor below.
A closeup of a flour chute.
The Bunk House was not just for sleeping, but it was for eating and recreation too. In one corner, near the door to the Blacksmith Shop (left) is this terrific stove, probably original (circa 1937).
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
Under the monster and its teeth.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.