Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
The copula where molten metal would pour is on the left. It seems the whole floor was covered in ash in front of it.
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.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.