This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
A cloud moves across the attic in front of the window. How? A photographer’s secret.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
A side door for the brick factory.
The office for the maintenance shop was sound-insulated and ventilated.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
I wanted to see the third floor to get a better view, but the third floor had already been demolished. The old walls had cascaded down the staircases. This building is gone, now, as you can expect.