Part of the grain drier system in ADM #1 crawls up the side of the building like a steel vine.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
Limits on personnel and explosives allowed in the building at the same time.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Giant paint mixers.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Part of a series I am shooting of patriotic Americana left in abandoned factories.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.