Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
The front of the Art Deco hospital, complete with Art Deco gears and Crosses of Loraine!
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
On first impression it might look like a funky mailbox, but trust me on this one; it’s a flour bolter chute. In flour milling, “bolting” means sifting the flour through successively smaller screens.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.