Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
A ruined platform on the railyard platform side of the warehouse.
Looking out of the brewhouse toward the river.
The top floor of the Meal Storage Elevator.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.