I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
In most places, it may seem off for there to be a tunnel door on the top floor of a building, but Ford was that kind of place. This door from the steam plant led into a skyway and tunnel that connected to the main assembly floor.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
The world’s biggest paper machine was installed here about a century before this photo was taken. The orange in the windows is the brick building across the street–the new part of the plant.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.