A strange sight: Part of the drain here seems to have had a skylight of glass, which has since been filled over. However, the collapsing ceiling began to create natural skylights of its own.
A half acre of switchboards and switches, circuit breakers and generators. Modern.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
One of the generators, weeks before it was taken apart to be shipped to another power plant somewhere else.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.