After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
On my second or third trip, the cross had broken in the wind.
I like to think of this as a giant straw, through which the factory is slowly draining the earth, leaving nothing but reinforced concrete below…
The sexiest feature of Kurth is this steel arch over the silos on its south side. The manholes in the floor open to the silos directly, and flimsy grates might catch a hurried worker. Grates were removable so that workers could descend into the concrete tubes, so a few are missing today.
These ceramic bricks were likely from the fireproof tunnel that connected the elevators.