A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
Numbers on a pillar counted tank capacity for a removed water container; an unhinged door in an unhinged factory beguiles those looking for an exit.
The corner of the elevator… lumber armored with steel for fireproofing and water resistance.
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
Designed by Taylor himself, the spring house was the site of many parties in its day. You can imagine sipping fresh-tapped whiskey here with your Sunday clothes with soft music and the sounds of the river mixing in the background. Note the key-hole-shaped spring hole.
A massive steel sheer’s equally massive drive cog. Imagine the force.