Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
90% of Brach’s looks like this. Concrete walls, mushroom pillars, and water over the floor.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
I wonder if these handcarts will become decoration for the hotel being building next to the silos.
I’ve written it before, but I like observing the way buildings change in terms of new windows, bricked up doors, and so on, and thinking of how their forms change to reflect the work inside of them.
The Peavey logo, before it rusted off and the offices were demolished.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.