Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
This building was responsible for storing and drying the barrels. Compare right.
One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
Shot on a Pentax 67 in monochrome and toned to match the set. For some time the marquee was lit at night to advertise the fact that the city bought it and planned to apply for credits to repair it.
The nitrating house was a chemically dangerous place, so it had thick metal and concrete shield for every station right next to an emergency shower.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Looking up to the second floor of the Nitrating House, where cotton would be soaked in nitric acid. These brought cotton into the building.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.