This crane could reach any part of the power station floor.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
The Calumet Elevator offices used to be flanked on both sides by rails. Now, only one side has engines running on it.
The fantastic red elevator that is Pool #61, built 1928.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005. The only photo I have showing the steam locomotive out front.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.