“Daisy”… probably for the mill, as it was unusual for women to work at Daisy.
An arrangement of brick graffiti on the old boiler house building near the railroad tracks.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
A closeup of a flour chute.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
I found a historical photo of this room showing 10-foot high machines with wires hanging by the mile from looms and schematic charts.
The control room for the whole of the plant. Sinterband here means one of the sintering lines. Temperatures, gasses, mixtures, speeds, and so on were centrally controlled here.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.