Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
A sort of blender in a powder line building. The top vent had been removed, so leaves and light fall onto the teeth now.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench.
Cages and hooks to dry wet miner clothes.
At the extreme eastern end of the plant is a bank of modern concrete silos. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.