Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
Numbers on a pillar counted tank capacity for a removed water container; an unhinged door in an unhinged factory beguiles those looking for an exit.
In the nitrating house.
The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
I’ve written it before, but I like observing the way buildings change in terms of new windows, bricked up doors, and so on, and thinking of how their forms change to reflect the work inside of them.