This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Note the large belt pulley in the center of the frame. Follow the axel it’s on and you’ll see several belts still attached to the drive, which was originally steam-driven.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
There big filters helped the mill sort through the flour, for additional milling, for example.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.