The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.
The front of the Art Deco hospital, complete with Art Deco gears and Crosses of Loraine!
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.