At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.