A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.