Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
On the ground floor of the main factory there seems to be only one chair left.
For some time, Purina ran a feed service out of the elevator. Inside and outside were signs of its past presence.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.