The last time the city sealed this door, they must have been changing out old road signs.
In the brewhouse between the preheating tank and kettle room. The spiral staircase goes into a kettle annex where a few smaller stainless steel kettles hide. If you looked right from this frame you would see the bottom of one of the kettles like the bottom of a steel mixing bowl.
Shadows of the trees from the materials yard.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
In the basement were all the valves to control the flow of municipal steam through the building. This hasty hand letting was beside one such valve, near a carved brick with a name and ‘1934’ under it.
The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.
When ‘men’ meant ‘worker’.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.