The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
An 80s-era company crate, as found in a forgotten store room.
Industrial blowers, new in the crate.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
In the many-windowed metal building, the lumberyard buildings and the abandoned starch works buildings are separated by a thick wall of pallets.