Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
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.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.