The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Part of the system below Dock 2.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.