Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
A small machine shop level.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
The headquarters for the plant was in the middle of it. It’s abandoned but well preserved–a strange sight in Gary, Indiana.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
Looking past the Osborn along the side of the Hughitt Slip, where there have always been grain elevators for more than 100 years.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.