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.
The side of the oldest building on the property, the former casket factory.
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.
Hand-shooting 4×5 underground. Must be Kate Hunter.
Wagons and horses were kept in the building on the left, separate from the rest of the complex in case of fire. In the distance is the boiler house, separate for the same reason.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.