Looking out of the biggest cave into the shell of the burned brewery, almost 125 years after it was destroyed by fire.
Broken skyways in the sand casting house, where everything was utterly fire-resistant.
Near the smokestack were these remains of older Clark buildings. When I visited, only one brick building still stood.
The main gate, as seen in 2005. It hasn’t changed much since then.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
Watching the demolition of one stockhouse from another. The two cranes were removing steel storage tanks.
The bits with handles are the filters with screens of different sizes. Larger grain particles would be stopped at the top for further reduction via the mills, while the powder at the bottom would be run through another bolter–one of the refinement stages in flour production.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.