More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
About a century later. A view of the main factory building, looking toward the two furnaces.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
Seating in the former top balcony is now front row for a secondary stage above and behind the main house.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.