All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
Demolition about 50% complete.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.