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 last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.
The beet juice was boiled down to make a syrup, which would be drained down the trough to the crystalizers.