The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
Too big to be scrapped, to simple to be auctioned. It waited for the demo crews and demo cranes to arrive.
Copper thieves haven’t left anything behind but the shell.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
2015. Water damage hastens the decay of the annex and its stage. Every time I visit this room, the chairs are in different places. Kodak Portra 400 in a Voigtlander Bessa.