Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.