Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
The back of the Lyric, including the offices at the back of the theater.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…
The sliding nuclear-blast-hardened door that would shield the missile during an attack.
I am not sure what this machine does, but I have a hunch that it husks and cleans the sugar beets as they come into the plant. It is certainly the biggest single piece of equipment in any of the mills.
Two counterweighted elevators moved men between the surface, mine, and underground mill.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.