Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
I love the big old industrial windows.
In the barracks.
Open wide! Here comes the sugar beets!
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
The old offices for the Oberon Elevator are defunct, but seem to be holding up to the brutal prairie snows and winds. Medium Format.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.