In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.
The truck scale is closed at Lena, MB.
Note the wood and rubber wheels on this powder cart.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The Peavey logo, before it rusted off and the offices were demolished.
A skyway 100 feet above this office crumbled one day. This is what happened when those two met. High-impact love.
The roof has been replaced since this was taken. Hopefully, that will stem the water damage.