The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
Scrappers infamously gutted the factory, but this one green conduit going from the sintering floor all the way to ground level seems to have been spared.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
Now, to add a human scale.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!