A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
In the corner of the former school grounds…
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
Because of the dangers of storing the materials to make explosives as well as the explosives themselves, there were earthen bunkers all across the plant like this.
Allouez had already suffered one major fire. It didn’t need another–especially under Dock 1’s wooden approach.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.