A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
A view of the Harris offices, complete with great block glass.
This sign was important when trains ran the length of the elevator.
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
This door used to open at river level, but it has since been built up and sealed with a steel grate. Still, the original doors (with original paint?) stand in the same place. Once they opened to the fresh air, now they are permanently sealed in the tunnels. This is the official entrance for inspecting the mine, hence fiber optic and ladder. Shortly after the plant was demolished, this entire area was resealed and alarmed.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
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.