These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
The cornerstone of the building, in Latin.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.