Looking from the brewhouse at the death of its sister building, across Minnehaha.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
All of the fire alarms had been triggered.
A different kind of tree fort.
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.
The front door to the auditorium.
Some of the internal staircases were fitted with cages that wound round down the stairs to deter suicidal patients from taking a dive.