This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
The primitive chair caught the falling plaster.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.