Honestly, this place begged for the company of photographers. It's voice was ancient but almost pleading with urgency. My friends and I were bewitched by the place. We formalized a photographers co-operative for the purpose of exploiting this hidden treasure. We wandered with our gear over railroad tracks, down overgrown trails through the tangled woodland, in and out of the skeletal ruins, freezing and sneezing in snow and ice storms and sweltering in bugs and vines over the seasons of three years. It was a visual sirens song.
The entire relic and all the surrounding woodland has now been scraped away and made into a toxic waste dump for a large paper corporation.
I have been going through hundreds of negatives looking for the best Flickr fodder in the lot. The muse still has fire for the place when I print this stuff. As long as these images persist so does the old foundry along with a hundred and fifty years of hidden history.
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