Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
Not a part of the Foundry, but the Enclosed Body Building. The rebar welded over the windows and the rust patterns with the lighting makes this geometric photos one of my favorites from the year.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.