Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
Looking from one workhouse at another, with the other residents of Mill Hell falling into place as the distance grows. Across the rail yard you can see Froedert Malt elevator and Calumet.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.