A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.
Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Global Trading remarked the building in the mid-60s, but far above the door is the old ‘Detroit Shipbuilding’ paint, though it’s faint nowadays.
The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
The staircase going to the second floor balcony is gone, giving a clear view of the first floor porch.