no, the Carrie Furnace isn’t the prom that Carrie set ablaze in Stephen King’s story (*shudder* i can only imagine how many blog entries begin with this, but i couldn’t help it), but rather an old blast furnace near Pittsburgh where they made pig iron.
by the way, before i continue, i urge you to put on my theme song for this weekend:
back to the story at hand: i went on a photo safari tour yesterday, dual-led by a local photography professor and a site expert. i don’t remember exactly how i discovered the photo safari tour series, but i knew i had to do it and booked my ticket (and decided on this trip to Pittsburgh from Philly) late the night before. i did the sunset photo safari, which i don’t think was ideal since i’d have preferred more light, but it was the only one that worked with my schedule, and (all together now) beggars can’t be choosers!
IT WAS SO WORTH IT. the amount of ruinporn (the photography guide called me out on my addiction) was staggering, even though some areas were off-limits (for safety reasons). much of the site has been left to decay but there are development efforts underway. in the meantime, the site hosts some public guerilla art — and very well, might i add. i ambushed the historian for a little lesson in what exactly a blast furnace does; now that i know i can only imagine what the working conditions must have been like! that was also a nice departure from my typical modus operandi — having someone explain the history behind an abandoned place puts it in an entirely new light.
as always, all my pictures are up on Flickr (tons more where these came from).
thanks to both the guides for a great experience!
IN A WORLD MADE OF STEEL, MADE OF STONE.