This was one of two skyways that went between production line offices. It’s easy to tell because it’s not reinforced for machinery to travel through it. I also like that it’s a double-decker, so to speak.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.