The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
An arrangement of brick graffiti on the old boiler house building near the railroad tracks.
The steam-powered hoist that pulled ore and dropped men from the mine. Note the hydraulic-operated brake on top with its massive brake pad. Now scrapped.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
One of the early automated painting booths in the paint plant line.