I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
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.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
Looking out at the town water tower (which I love) from the sugar mill (which I also love).
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.