The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.
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.
Note the pit is filled in here.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
To the right is the spiral staircase. This building had a definite “floor problem”.
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
The elevator works on gravity… this is where a conveyor belt was to move the grain toward the main elevator to be loaded into ships.