Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.