The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
Bits of pulp hang from a rough grate on the first floor of the plant, which was dark because all of the equipment blocked the light. This is a grate picture.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
Not a part of the Foundry, but the Enclosed Body Building. The rebar welded over the windows and the rust patterns with the lighting makes this geometric photos one of my favorites from the year.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.