When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench.
In the nitrating house.
The Sivertson’s sign seems like from a different time. I’ve never seen it lit, but I bet it’s beautiful.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
An insurance office.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
The quality assurance labs were no doubt a busy place.