After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
A natural reaction with this kind of view.
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.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
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