There is no denying that the Fergus Falls asylum was a beautiful place, especially around sunset.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
Atop Elevator ‘M’, formerly Cargill ‘O’.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
When I saw this section, I knew the dock was abandoned.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.