Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
Far away, you can see the red lights on the steam plant smokestack. To the extreme right is the beginning of the Minneapolis skyline. Paint (where this was taken) and Assembly (where the blue light is) were connected with a long skyway that carried completed trucks to be painted. I assume the device in the foreground burned volatiles from the painting process.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005. The only photo I have showing the steam locomotive out front.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.