Between two brick buildings is a metal one with many windows set into it. Having been in many mills of similar design, I conjecture that this was the milling building, where machines ground the corn before it was boiled.
This was the exterior wall of the roundhouse; engines would have entered on the other side and machinery would line this side, hence the big windows for natural light.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.