The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
A panorama next to a long abandoned adit. The tram has seen better days.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Goals for 1980, still tacked onto the wall.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.