In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.
A crashed freight elevator.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
Between lines of Number Sixes right after sun rose behind them. This photo shows how extremely lush the grounds are that make getting around in some places impossible.
I like this picture because it shows some of the only unbroken windows at Packard.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.