The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
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 generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.
2005. The stage in front of the cafeteria, as it was.
The batch tag specifies some of the technical properties of the silk worked here.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.