This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
The roof had structures bigger than most buildings in South Bend.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.
Looking from the brewhouse at the death of its sister building, across Minnehaha.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Camera: Pentax 67. Film: Kodak Ektar 100.
A panorama next to a long abandoned adit. The tram has seen better days.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.