A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
Redlining is the practice of shutting certain races out of neighborhoods, and it is still a big problem today. Such behaviors were a big factor in creating the need for these projects.
These stairs connected some small main-level offices with one of the main sewing rooms above. Because the roof on this building was strong, it was pretty well preserved–look at those colors. Through the open fire door on the left, though, you can see that the roof has given out.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.