A place to turn mine carts into different areas of the shops.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
Looking at the entrance of the powerplant from its lowest catwalk.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.