Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
One of the many fireproof bridges connecting the factory sections, one way to prevent fires from spreading throughout the plant.
This is how the warehouse looks today.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.