Some of the plants growing out of the walls of the power plant.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.
Demolition crews got a taste of this 5-story power plant and decided to take a month-long smoke break. Here’s the bite.