One thing that made the Eagle Mine unique is the underground mill, left of this picture. As the rocks moved down the mill, they would be turned into finer and finer powder.
Looking above the altar.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
Drawn in fresh concrete about 50 years before I took this picture, and only 2 years after this elevator blew up…
The side of King that faces the lake is stained yellow-green.
Ava near the Memorial Building. The block glass embedded in the sidewalk here is actually a skylight for the tunnel below, which connects the Memorial Building to the steam and supply systems of the hospital.
When it was convenient, the sugar company would pull equipment, even pipes, from one mill for another.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.