The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.