In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
A corner of the addition is lined with glass cabinets, formerly filled with beds.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
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.
When I wasn’t paying enough attention on the rotten balcony, I accidentally put my foot through a rotten floorboard. I snapped a picture to remember the moment.
The approach to Dock 4 is long demolished, so it is only accessible when the lake freezes.
The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?