One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
Fire doors and penis talk.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
An unmarred chart, printed with the facility name and ready to be sent out to command.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
The factory’s first aid room and laboratory. Sure makes me wonder how safe the lab was!