The complex was so big that trains could make deliveries through the middle of it, passing below this striped skyway.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
The company headquarters. Abandoned last time I drove past it, though it is the classiest building in downtown South Bend.
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
Inside the towering offices, Firestone-colored staircases connect senseless rows of wood-paneled offices.