On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
A closeup of the key to the Dominion (aka Government of Canada) Elevator manlift. That it needed such a guide does not inspire confidence.
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
The bits with handles are the filters with screens of different sizes. Larger grain particles would be stopped at the top for further reduction via the mills, while the powder at the bottom would be run through another bolter–one of the refinement stages in flour production.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.