I like to think of this as a giant straw, through which the factory is slowly draining the earth, leaving nothing but reinforced concrete below…
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.
A 8-foot-tall volume indicator that could be read from across the beet boiler floor–convenient when the controls are 20 feet away.
So much relies on one thing stacked on top of another thing.
An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
Graffiti by a crew member of the Algolake.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.