The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
On the ground floor of the main factory there seems to be only one chair left.
All of the fire alarms had been triggered.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.