This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.
A typical building from the expanded starch line.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
The hospital was surrounded by walking paths that crisscrossed the front green, as it was called. Part of Kirkbride’s plan was to have ample opportunities for exercise outdoors–fresh air, especially cold fresh air, was thought to have curative properties.
Standing next to the now-demolished records room.
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.
Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.