Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
This building cleaned the barrels that transported ingredients through the plant.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Here you can see the end of the scrapping phase in 2011.
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.