Before Portland-Huron Cement’s Duluth Plant was (mostly) demolished and (partly) turned into a hotel, the top of its silos gave a cinematic view of elevator row.
Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.
A taste of Superior culture.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
The whole smelter ran on gravity… elevating the various raw materials and working with them until at the bottom of the furnace, copper poured out.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.