About a century later. A view of the main factory building, looking toward the two furnaces.
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
One of my favorite signs, informing workers about to descend into the open-top grain bins about basic procedures. This was in ADM-Annex 1 (connected to the cleaning house via skyway), so it will never be seen again, unless the sign lands luckily when the elevator is demolished.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
Someone had helped themselves to one of the safety posters before my visit.