The old No Trespassing sign, with the Peavey logo still on it.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
Shot on a Pentax 67 in monochrome and toned to match the set. For some time the marquee was lit at night to advertise the fact that the city bought it and planned to apply for credits to repair it.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
Van Dyke Cab Company and Yellow Cab served the terminal in lieu of a streetcar loop downtown, which was planned but never built.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?