Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
This was not always the top of the elevator.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
A high-voltage tunnel sheathed in concrete dips below ground near a shell packing building that now stores fireworks.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.