Tableau

And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)

The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.

Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.

A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.

The building behind Daisy was demolished, leaving these tanks and a pointless conveyorway. Now it’s bricked (see over door near right corner of mill) and the tanks are exposed to the elements. There are a few holes in the area that have a healthy drop, so you should avoid the area.

“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.

This section retains water and is mostly shaded, so moss has found a way to live in the concrete.

A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.