Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
Far away, you can see the red lights on the steam plant smokestack. To the extreme right is the beginning of the Minneapolis skyline. Paint (where this was taken) and Assembly (where the blue light is) were connected with a long skyway that carried completed trucks to be painted. I assume the device in the foreground burned volatiles from the painting process.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
A stack of flawed casting molds, in the ready position next to where the cupolas sat when the plant closed.
This section retains water and is mostly shaded, so moss has found a way to live in the concrete.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.