In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
The front of the Art Deco hospital, complete with Art Deco gears and Crosses of Loraine!
The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.
The copula stacks were fitted with scrubbers. Making metal is a very polluting activity.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.
Interlocking bricks at the mouth of the stoker-less boiler.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.