Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.