Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The topmost roof of the hospital is covered in antennae and includes a star that faced the rest of the complex, now demolished.
The pit on the left was one of two that accommodated the bottom half of the Motor Generators, which converted AC to DC.
What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
Next to the generator room is the pump room, which moved steam around the complex.
The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
Happy mine bacteria ‘chews’ away at one of the narrow gauge rail ties still embedded in the sand floor. The orange color is not a mistake of mine; it is the result of different minerals leeching into the water table and draining into the mine. Keep in mind that, about 100 feet above, is the Ford plant itself!
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.