A massive steel sheer’s equally massive drive cog. Imagine the force.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
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.
A green chair in a green room.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
A volcano (?) under a window.
Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.