The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
The parking lot is in better condition than most of the complex. The left building is the lab.