Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.
The average sugar mill in 1915 consumed about 11,000 acres of sugar beets
The remains of the surgical suite.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
Copper thieves haven’t left anything behind but the shell.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
The hospital was surrounded by walking paths that crisscrossed the front green, as it was called. Part of Kirkbride’s plan was to have ample opportunities for exercise outdoors–fresh air, especially cold fresh air, was thought to have curative properties.