Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
A little catwalk gives access to the most important gauges in the building. Behind them are huge vents and fans. I bet it got steamy in here.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
The top floor of the condemned Russell Miller mill “B”, which would have housed sets of powerful electric motors to power the plant’s dust collectors and grain purifiers.
Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.