Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
The office for the maintenance shop was sound-insulated and ventilated.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
A rare door left on the workhouse. The stairs to the left led down into a flooded basement. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
A diesel crane and conveyor belt tripper are the major pieces of equipment that dominate the dock.
The offices, cleared out pending fire inspection. Now it’s full of stuff again.