Fostoria

Today is my moms birthday. We had a wonderful day. Dad, Ron and I went to explore the old glass factory in town that they are tearing down. Lots and lots of urban textures to be found. This one is inside a kiln, those are fire bricks. They start out many inches thick, then as the fire erodes them they shrink to a quarter inch. Once a year they rebuilt these huge kilns. We saw at least four of them.