Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
The layout and design of the buildings reminded me strongly of a brewery or distillery. To the right you can see some of the retrofits by the first lumber company to buy the buildings, in the 1970s.
Looking up at the most conspicuous graffiti in the city on ADM #4.
All of the bucket conveyors crashed on this work floor when their casings were scrapped. Note all of the valves to open the grain flow.
The pipes above sprayed water onto the hot coke.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.