Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
A machine to cast copper billets.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
Colleen on the roof.
Train-mounted snowplows pushed the snow through the fence and against the old offices.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.