A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
A misnomer that stuck.
The engine room.
What are we to do in an emergency?
The concrete walls, heavy steel blast doors, and plastic roof tell me that this was one of the shell loading buildings.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.