The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
At first glance, I thought the center building was a hoist house because of the shape of the window. Now I think this was built as a warehouse and later used as a laboratory.
Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
One of the only extant assembly line tracks in the body painting department. No photographer leaves Fisher 21 without capturing some version of this spot; hope you like mine.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
Moisture and temperature changes have hoisted the wooden floors of the first floor classrooms.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.