The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
Just a couple guys enjoying an industrial ruin.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.