The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
Atop Elevator ‘M’, formerly Cargill ‘O’.
A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.