Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
In the nitrating house.
I loved to spend time in the Hamm’s caves in my teen years. It was cold, wet, but it felt familiar and had its share of surprises.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!