A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
“R.M. ’43”. Brick Graffiti Series.
Thick glass windows allow workers to check the beet juice levels in this steel tank. You can tell by the reinforcement that it had a lot of liquid and had to hold against immense pressure. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
A teeter totter sits in front of the Memorial Building.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
In the many-windowed metal building, the lumberyard buildings and the abandoned starch works buildings are separated by a thick wall of pallets.