One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
2005. A skyway connecting two Which tube carried the beer? I hope it’s the big one!
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Because of the dangers of storing the materials to make explosives as well as the explosives themselves, there were earthen bunkers all across the plant like this.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.