From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
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.
Note that the back of Stockhouse #4 is missing. A year later, Fermentation was on the ground too.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.
Above the offices is this little section of factory that still has strips of wood flooring. This may be where the upholstery was cut.