This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
The elevator is stuck between floors.
The coal crusher (above) and the conveyor (left) to bring the powdered coal to furnace hoppers (right).
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.