One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
The left building is active, the right building is not, though both were built as Wilson Bros buildings. The skyway was rough, inside and out, but I liked the small gate in the bottom of it–it reminded me of a castle. Skyways like these were a fireproofing measure.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
This movable chute came off its rails.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.