The red brick elevator is reflected in the flooded railyard. Note the saturated red square on the elevator, where the ‘4’ was scrubbed off. FP-100c.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Looking out of the boarded windows in the Great Western Sugar office.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…