"Will you step into my parlor?"
The spider turned round about,
And went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon be back again.
So he wove a subtle thread
In a little corner sly,
And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.
An abandoned coal beltline belonging to the Gorsuch Powerstation in Marietta Ohio. I walked along these narrow passageways, for one last time before heading home last night, while whisps of spider's thread reached out for me.
The Gorsuch Station no longer generates electric power and its four boilers and turbines, who have operated for almost 60 years, await their inevitable fate.
"Will you step into my parlor?"
The spider turned round about,
And went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon be back again.
So he wove a subtle thread
In a little corner sly,
And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.
An abandoned coal beltline belonging to the Gorsuch Powerstation in Marietta Ohio. I walked along these narrow passageways, for one last time before heading home last night, while whisps of spider's thread reached out for me.
The Gorsuch Station no longer generates electric power and its four boilers and turbines, who have operated for almost 60 years, await their inevitable fate.