Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.
Holes in the roof lead to holes in the plaster and finally holes in the floor. That’s not what gutted the God from this altar, though.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
One of the only extant assembly line tracks in the body painting department. No photographer leaves Fisher 21 without capturing some version of this spot; hope you like mine.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
The top of the barracks staircase.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.
An unmarred chart, printed with the facility name and ready to be sent out to command.