In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.
There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
A place to turn mine carts into different areas of the shops.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
The pit on the left was one of two that accommodated the bottom half of the Motor Generators, which converted AC to DC.
Stacks of patient record cards; names in the graveyard. All ‘Not Improved’.
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.