When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
Looking up to the second floor of the Nitrating House, where cotton would be soaked in nitric acid. These brought cotton into the building.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
After demolition in the mid 2000s, this interior door became exterior. I remember walking through the car shed as a teenager. It was a shortcut, if I didn’t get caught.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
Sunbeams under the sintering belt. Support cradles for the wires crossing the factory are falling down.