At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
A sign of where man met machine.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.