Looking from a high window in the abandoned Ogilvie’s elevator across “The Kam”, the true size of the Starch Works is surprising.
Bayard Sugar Mill, as seen from the old power plant
The back of the Lyric, including the offices at the back of the theater.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.