Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
Part of the plant has been reused as a scrap metal yard.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.