Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
The side of King that faces the lake is stained yellow-green.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
Fire buckets did not have flat bottoms so they could never be used for other buckety tasks, and were thus always handy in an actual fire.