The front of the mill reads “Montana Flour Mills Company”
Ammunition had to be tested on site before shipment. That was done here. These heavy concrete bunkers deflected rounds harmlessly into the earth.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.