Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
A colorful makeshift wall.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
The top of the barracks staircase.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
The front door to the auditorium.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.