The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
Looking across at the Cargill elevator.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Calumet stands at the side of the Union Pacific railyard.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.