“Daisy”… probably for the mill, as it was unusual for women to work at Daisy.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
Before there was a row of double rooms on the left and a common room on the right. Now, in a way, it is all one big common room.
Looking out at the town water tower (which I love) from the sugar mill (which I also love).
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.