Shot on a Pentax 67 in monochrome and toned to match the set. For some time the marquee was lit at night to advertise the fact that the city bought it and planned to apply for credits to repair it.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
The sound of water running in the distance.
Chutes connect the bottoms of the silos to a conveyor belt.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.
Watch your head, say the colors. This side of the plant is apparently still standing and is owned by the city.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.