Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
Part of an ongoing series on found American flags in shuttered factories.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
The control room was used through the mid-1990s as the plant was used to stabilize the power grid.
The beet juice was boiled down to make a syrup, which would be drained down the trough to the crystalizers.