I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
Strange graffiti in a side room. Someone was having fun…
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.