Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
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.