Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.
Beautiful details in the plaster moulding have been preserved by the sheer height of this room between the cathedral and auditorium.
Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
A tight-winding wooden staircase leads to where the ropes are tied above the stage. I am standing next to the big old film speakers while taking this.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!