In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
Shelves in in the coloring department, where hundreds of different mixer lids are splashed with hardened glass dyes. Color thanks to a yellow-tinted skylight.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
A different kind of tree fort.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.