A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
This might have been part of the Pioneer Pellet Plant. It looks to be a ball mill, which pulverizes ore by spinning it with thousands of ball bearings.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
This movable chute came off its rails.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.