Strange graffiti in a side room. Someone was having fun…
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.