Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
Every fitting label in the stock department was cracked, curled, and blank.
Spare blankets still sit in the bottom of the dresser drawer.
This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.