A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
Work never done.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.
Camera: Voigtlander Bessa Film: Acros 100
Sunbeams under the sintering belt. Support cradles for the wires crossing the factory are falling down.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
Watch your head, say the colors. This side of the plant is apparently still standing and is owned by the city.