When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
The north side of the plant is modern 60s industrial architecture, meaning massive open spaces with no personality. This mirror is the most interesting thing I could find.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.
The side of the oldest building on the property, the former casket factory.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.