I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.
A white star marks the landing between the Keeper’s Quarters (Second Floor) and the radiobeacon and furnace rooms (First Floor).
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
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.
An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.