Counter-weighted ore cars alternately filled and emptied to feed Furnace 7. Honestly, though, the corner-mounted cranes are sexier in my opinion. Note the trees growing from the stacks.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.