The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.
In the nurses’ dormitories, beds, couches and chairs still sit. It’s unclear whether these are remnants of the homeless shelter in the 80s or the actual nurses.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
A closeup of a flour chute.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
These racks lined many of the floors, although I couldn’t decipher their purpose. Tastes like duotone…
The control room for the whole of the plant. Sinterband here means one of the sintering lines. Temperatures, gasses, mixtures, speeds, and so on were centrally controlled here.