The Osborne Mercantile reflected in Twohy Mercantile’s eastern windows, minutes before subset. The current owner has done a fair job replacing broken windows with plexiglass to keep the elements out.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
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.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
The lime room was in rough shape, but its colors and textures were like raw gold and oxidized copper.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.