I am sure even the workers had trouble remembering which pillar hid the phone. Note the “ON” written on the electrical socket, too.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
To get more light into the wards, the building was narrow and had angular rooms, often staff space, perpendicular to the main hallway.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.