The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.
It’s a small world… look at it.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
Like many mill-style buildings of the time, the Twohy’s loading doors (in this case, the delivery wagon doors) opened to an elevator shaft. This design cut down on loading time, as long as the elevator was operational. Of course, if it was otherwise occupied, there could be no traffic through the exterior doors!
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.