After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
National Elevator, restored as a museum piece. It was built in 1922.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
Atop Elevator ‘M’, formerly Cargill ‘O’.
Does Disney pay the school, or does the school pay Disney? #consumerism
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
Fantastic brick graffiti piece by a Duluthian in 1933! Is the stick drawing of a horse? Feel free to weigh in.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
It’s a mystery to me why this elevator has a Gold Medal Flour ghost sign. You can read it along with its obsolete monikers today.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
Unit 4’s lower levels.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.