I am sure even the workers had trouble remembering which pillar hid the phone. Note the “ON” written on the electrical socket, too.
The middle missile launcher, as seen from the roof of its neighbor.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
Sour mash had to be fermented before being used for whiskey making. Nearly all bourbon uses it.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.