In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Above the offices is this little section of factory that still has strips of wood flooring. This may be where the upholstery was cut.
One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.