Grain is taken from the bottom of the silos through a conveyor in a tunnel. These blowers keep the air in the tunnel fresh.
Don Crist ’83. Brick Graffiti Series.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
In the barracks.
“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.