A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The skyway’s steel substructure collapsed slightly, crushing part of the dust collectors.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
I love the big old industrial windows.
This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.