It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
The four buildings seen here comprise almost all of the notable remaining structures.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.
Sunrise in SEMI. The shadow of Kurth Malt is cast across ADM-Delmar #1. Clouds behind ADM-Delmar #4 light up. It’s cold and the air smells like train grease.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
A decaying door of the Medical Director for the unit. Because this is from one of the outbuildings and not Administration, I doubt that this was the Medical Director of Norwich State Hospital’s office.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.