Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
A scribbled note on a doorframe… lost details.
The old No Trespassing sign, with the Peavey logo still on it.