A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
Standing where the Final Assembly Building used to hum and staring across the former site of the Sheet Metal and Spring buildings. Today, of course, the Foundry is gone as well, so you’d be looking across Prairie Ave.