The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
I like to think of this as the hardware abstraction layer. It’s one of many subassembly monorail conveyors that dipped onto the factory floor to deliver assembled subsections where they needed to be on the main assembly floor below.
The tops of the coke stoves.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
Behind a nurse’s station.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
Steam pipes squirm around the stacks.
Looking into the mouth of the hopper which mine carts dumped into at the top of the Concentrator.