Saturday, December 19, 2015


PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL: If this were a church, we’d be in one arm of the transept looking into the crossing, climax of the nave. But this is a casting house, and the liturgy for this crossing with its high crystal skylight, climax to the dark place where the last furnaces ran, has long been lost to time and memory as casting house fires went dark and movement ceased.

[Anaconda American Brass, Ansonia, casting house]


Ginnie said...

Genius of you, Ted, to use the church metaphor!

Emery Roth II said...

...or a hangover from my background in architecture. Thanks for putting your spin on it.