The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.