The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
This low brick building is interesting to me.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
The four buildings seen here comprise almost all of the notable remaining structures.
The generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.