One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.
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.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.