Since the foundry went cold, I decided to turn down my color temperature… In the background, a chart showing graphite dispersion is one of the few artifacts left on the foundry floor.
Sawdust is the most classic of insulation materials.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
Group showers in the basement. Most children lived here 10 months out of the year, though some remained year-round.
The hoist room, before it was used for storage.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.