The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
The back wall of the ballroom, showing water-warped floors.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Like many mill-style buildings of the time, the Twohy’s loading doors (in this case, the delivery wagon doors) opened to an elevator shaft. This design cut down on loading time, as long as the elevator was operational. Of course, if it was otherwise occupied, there could be no traffic through the exterior doors!
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
The front of the mill reads “Montana Flour Mills Company”