No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Ceiling light fixtures sit on a broken gurney.
Looking up the Dominion Elevator’s tower. I especially like this picture because it shows how so much of the electrical conduits wound round through the mostly hollow space.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
The steam plant could be vertically traversed with this one-man belt driven elevator.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.