The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
Between two brick buildings is a metal one with many windows set into it. Having been in many mills of similar design, I conjecture that this was the milling building, where machines ground the corn before it was boiled.
Beautiful doors separated the boiler room and the sugar mill. Can you imagine the gracefully curving steps in a power plant today?
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.