I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Like many mill-style buildings of the time, the Twohy’s loading doors (in this case, the delivery wagon doors) opened to an elevator shaft. This design cut down on loading time, as long as the elevator was operational. Of course, if it was otherwise occupied, there could be no traffic through the exterior doors!
Looking above the altar.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.