Of all the recent changes at Milltown, the January demolition of the old powerhouse has perhaps shaken locals most (although in the grand scheme of the cleanup, its removal is but a footnote). Everyone knew that the familiar building, with its oddly elegant windows and its warm brick walls, was destined to go to make way for the river. But that didn't quite prepare people for its absence. The building had become a symbol for the good elements of Milltown's past—honest industry, regional self-reliance, steady work. In this image, a solitary, slightly grubby young man stands in the center of the powerhouse floor. The river flows through turbines lodged in the headwall to the left; they spin the massive generators to produce power. The chair behind the man sits in front of the marble-fronted control panel with which dam operators tracked electricity running through the system and out the lines.