The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
The locker room was out of a zombie movie.
Part of the unremodeled hospital, above the Service Building, where employees would stay sometimes.
Don’t let Mitchell Engine House run out of steam…
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
“Cutting torch.” The remains of a catwalk now leads to void on the sintering floor, four stories over the next solid footing. Only two staircases led to the top floor, some half dozen others were cut off for scrap.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.