Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
The batch tag specifies some of the technical properties of the silk worked here.
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”)
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
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.
An emergency slide to help workers evacuate the blending house in an emergency.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.