When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
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.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
Kat’s pretty cool.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
Molten copper pouring being a very dangerous thing to do by hand, this scale measured the load for the “Auto Caster” that actually formed the cooling copper in its molds.