If there was a problem with the conveyor belt, the grain would go out these chutes.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
This train shed was later converted to load trucks with concrete from the silos.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
A heavy steel security door, taken right off its hinges. This was likely installed after Grafton State School took over the hospital.