A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
Somewhere, Bruce Springsteen is playing while an exceedingly furry man tunes his Ford truck in the driveway of a house he built with his bare hands. This is for that person.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
A bunk room, minus the bunks.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
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.