The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
In the mid-2000s, Peavey sealed the spaces between their Electric Steel Elevator bins. What they unwittingly created was a graffiti time capsule. “Impeach Bush”.
The last tailings on a broken conveyor belt.
The basement of the ruined Masonic cottage.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.