Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
This dirt-brick building hasn’t fared well.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
I wonder if these windows were bricked after the 1950 explosion with the hopes that, if another silos blew, the people in this office would be better protected.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.