PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL: When the shutter opened for this picture, though the men were away on break, the world inside the casting house remained dark and intestinal; soot-saturated and sweaty; cinder-soiled, buttered in grease, and filled with a hanging haze. It required a very long exposure. I was back in the casting house again this week for the first time since work stopped in 2013. It’s gone slack; only dark, dirty junk for the rites of the junk men.
[Anaconda American Brass, Ansonia - casting house]
[Anaconda American Brass, Ansonia - casting house]
