Where I come from, the word “warehouse” is usually preceded by “just another,” but Detroit is a place where you can find anything, even the status quo, neglected on a street corner…
A rare look into one of the last wooden grain elevators in the country, Globe. Along the waterfront in in Superior, Wisconsin, industrial technology spans almost the whole 20th century. If you enjoy history, lakeside skylines or just impressive carpentry…
Minneapolis was Mill City; flour mills and linseed mills dotted the landscape, and not just along the Mississippi River. To support the world’s biggest flour and linseed companies, a huge network of grain elevators were built by various interests just outside of the east bank’s industrial districts. I investigate these elevators and the factories immediately around them one by one. Welcome to Mill Hell.
In Duluth, 28 terminal elevators dominated the harbor. Some exploded, some burned, some were demolished, and a few remain. This is a close look at the last 125 years of grain trade architecture in the city.
This building seemed a bit too eager to murder me, but it was too late to turn back. Built with inadequate materials, due to WWI material shortages, and built in a hurry, due to its sister plant burning to the ground, every day this building still stands flouts time, nature, and gravity.
Huron-Portland Cement Company came to Duluth in 1917, and it operated there until 2008.
Lowertown Depot is neither a depot, nor is it in Lowertown. Its past is equally obtuse, blending the history of a railroad, an oil company, and the sandstone bluffs of St. Paul themselves.
The staff entrance, a small guard shack with limestone walls and a rotten wood roof, was unmanned. A few houses that were built by the distillery’s employees were behind me. The guard shack was empty. […]
If there was something I didn’t think I needed more of in my life, it was grain elevators. After growing up a midwest explorer in a place with the nickname ‘Mill City’, I was tired of these concrete towers; I thought I had seen it all. Santa Fe taught me exactly how wrong I was. Climb with me 120 feet above Chicago and see why…
Since the 1890s, little has changed on North First Street. The Twohy and Osborn buildings have survived a century just a block off the beaten path, just out of sight of downtown. A few good stories hide there; these are some of them.