The shed in the front was full of worker supplies–namely goggles and heavy leather gloves. Molten copper isn’t a friendly thing to handle.
A typical large mine tunnel. You can just make out the narrow gauge rail.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.
To make sure the tourists aren’t scared off, the city painted the side of the elevator with one of its historic names.
A broken roof drain turned the fourth floor into a skating rink. Frost covers every surface. Kodak Portra 400 in Voigtlander Bessa.
The back wall of the ballroom, showing water-warped floors.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.