I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
A panorama next to a long abandoned adit. The tram has seen better days.
Lockers for the boiler room workers.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.