This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
Trees between duplexes overshadow the buildings they were planted to shield; revenge for the boards on the windows.
A side view of the oven pusher from the ground. The tallest coal bunker looks tiny in the distance, though on the scale of the factory it’s practically on top of me as I’m taking the picture.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.