Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
Don’t let Mitchell Engine House run out of steam…
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
“Richard Glumac ’44”. Brick Graffiti Series.
Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.