Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
A sign of where man met machine.
Fire doors and penis talk.
Looking toward the old power house, right below one of its arteries.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.
Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.
One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.