Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
A printing press in the attic of the Reception Hospital.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.