Saturday, December 19, 2015

Husk



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]