The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The railworks was totally demolished.
One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
The only thing that signals that this was an office building, rather than another production floor, is the small amount of wood paneling that remains.
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.