The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Part of the back of the distribution boards; the rear of a giant remote transformer switch.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
Look at the floor–do you see the hole? That goes down a lonnnnnng ways.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.