Watch your head, say the colors. This side of the plant is apparently still standing and is owned by the city.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
Coded writing on a pillar in one of the assembly buildings.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.