This bay would host boxcars as workers would fill them with the fruits of the factory.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
It was as noisy then as it is colorful now…
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
A side view of the floatation level. I found it interesting that there were little ladders and staircases in the mill to help workers get around–this place was not as shoddy as other mills I’ve seen.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
These stairs connected some small main-level offices with one of the main sewing rooms above. Because the roof on this building was strong, it was pretty well preserved–look at those colors. Through the open fire door on the left, though, you can see that the roof has given out.