The office was redder than the rest of the building.
The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.