I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
On the second floor of the former casket plant, which was retrofitted with a conveyor system to coat finished products.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
Where equipment was scrapped.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.