It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
The building collapsed except for the back room. The slats of the roof cast lines of light across the floor.
Cauterized wounds on the factory floor, where the middle of the newer mill opens up to allow massive equipment. Now the pipes are cut and the equipment is gone.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
The sexiest feature of Kurth is this steel arch over the silos on its south side. The manholes in the floor open to the silos directly, and flimsy grates might catch a hurried worker. Grates were removable so that workers could descend into the concrete tubes, so a few are missing today.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.