Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Vines are finding their way into the roundhouse.
The boilers are gone, but round brick portals remain where they used to meet the walls of the boiler room. Behind it appears to be the coal bunker itself.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.