The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
This rod mill (?) was made in Denver Colorado at a factory now buried by condos. #justdenverthings
Two steel hoppers supported by counterweights and springs, which were used to weigh incoming grain loads before being deposited in the silos beneath this floor. Garner is another way to say “big measuring tank”, if you were wondering. I fell in love with all the tubes and chutes on this floor.
The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
The only light in the ‘coffin’ of the Atlas E is that which leaks through the exhaust vents.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?