These aluminum powder kegs were forgotten in storage.
The bits with handles are the filters with screens of different sizes. Larger grain particles would be stopped at the top for further reduction via the mills, while the powder at the bottom would be run through another bolter–one of the refinement stages in flour production.
This elevator came crashing down, perhaps from the topmost floor. I wonder what it sounded like.
A diesel crane and conveyor belt tripper are the major pieces of equipment that dominate the dock.
Counter-weighted ore cars alternately filled and emptied to feed Furnace 7. Honestly, though, the corner-mounted cranes are sexier in my opinion. Note the trees growing from the stacks.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.