Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
The remains of the surgical suite.
A calendar and comic strip decorate the current pattern shelf in the building which was a coffin factory.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
A tight-winding wooden staircase leads to where the ropes are tied above the stage. I am standing next to the big old film speakers while taking this.
Two steel hoppers supported by counterweights and springs, which were used to weigh incoming grain loads before being deposited in the silos beneath this floor. Garner is another way to say “big measuring tank”, if you were wondering. I fell in love with all the tubes and chutes on this floor.
Captured bolts for a pressure cooker on an industrial scale.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”