A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
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.
Global Trading remarked the building in the mid-60s, but far above the door is the old ‘Detroit Shipbuilding’ paint, though it’s faint nowadays.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.