One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
A typical building from the expanded starch line.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.