These racks lined many of the floors, although I couldn’t decipher their purpose. Tastes like duotone…
The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
A strange sight: Part of the drain here seems to have had a skylight of glass, which has since been filled over. However, the collapsing ceiling began to create natural skylights of its own.
Looking out of the wavy stock shop.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.