At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
Portraits of great men.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Limits on personnel and explosives allowed in the building at the same time.
The office for the Government (Dominion) Elevator had a nice hat collection left over.