A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Part of the brewing process is sterilizing the kettles, pipes and tanks all product would touch. This was done with a caustic solution. To the left is a healthy pile of asbestos where a heating tank used to stand, insulated in the carcinogenic mineral. The tank got cut apart, the asbestos stayed here.
Looking toward the old power house, right below one of its arteries.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.