Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
2006. A section of the third floor that has changed a lot over the years. Compare to 2015 shot.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
This rod mill (?) was made in Denver Colorado at a factory now buried by condos. #justdenverthings
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.