The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.