One of the only extant assembly line tracks in the body painting department. No photographer leaves Fisher 21 without capturing some version of this spot; hope you like mine.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
A close-up look at the distressed, but beautiful, staircase in the brewhouse.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Someone had helped themselves to one of the safety posters before my visit.