A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.