The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
Lockers for the boiler room workers.
After Wilson Bros moved out, a furniture company moved in.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
All of the bucket conveyors crashed on this work floor when their casings were scrapped. Note all of the valves to open the grain flow.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.