In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
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.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The floor IS the machine…
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
A heavy cloth separates the sanding station from other areas. This particular section seemed to specialize with chair seats, judging by the many unsanded blanks there.