Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Shelves in in the coloring department, where hundreds of different mixer lids are splashed with hardened glass dyes. Color thanks to a yellow-tinted skylight.
The old movie theatre sign was sitting right inside the sealed front doors.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
On the second floor of the former casket plant, which was retrofitted with a conveyor system to coat finished products.