The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
A heavy steel security door, taken right off its hinges. This was likely installed after Grafton State School took over the hospital.