This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
A diesel crane and conveyor belt tripper are the major pieces of equipment that dominate the dock.
Captured bolts for a pressure cooker on an industrial scale.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
A huge vent looks like it built in a hurry. There was actually very little in the way of bits of machinery left over… I am guessing almost anything of value was scrapped in the 1990s.