A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
One of my favorite signs, informing workers about to descend into the open-top grain bins about basic procedures. This was in ADM-Annex 1 (connected to the cleaning house via skyway), so it will never be seen again, unless the sign lands luckily when the elevator is demolished.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.