The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
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.