I wonder if these windows were bricked after the 1950 explosion with the hopes that, if another silos blew, the people in this office would be better protected.
The school (hospital) campus was expansive.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
This is the former air compressor house–one of them, at least–which turned steam power into air power to drive machinery across the production line.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.