When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
Fire doors and penis talk.
Ground floor windows were built to be barred.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
A side view of the oven pusher from the ground. The tallest coal bunker looks tiny in the distance, though on the scale of the factory it’s practically on top of me as I’m taking the picture.