After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
The back of the neon sign before it was converted to LED lighting. The image is mirrored so it can be read.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
The new concrete workhouse, as seen through chickenwire.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
These Twin Cities kisses Sound like clicks and hisses. We all tumbled down and Drowned in the Mississippi River. -The Hold Steady