The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
Shelves in in the coloring department, where hundreds of different mixer lids are splashed with hardened glass dyes. Color thanks to a yellow-tinted skylight.
A big door into the fire pump room.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
“Daisy”… probably for the mill, as it was unusual for women to work at Daisy.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.