My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
A different kind of tree fort.
I wonder how polluted that water is.
All that’s left of the lost annex near Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4 and #5. Arista 100.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
From the boarded-up choir loft above the chapel, minutes after sunrise. Obviously local kids have long had their way with this landmark.
Before developers saw to cut and cut the flour mills inside Pillsbury, they stood at the ready beside various purposeful chutes the traversed the floors of between sorters. These machines were belt-driven by the power of Pillsbury’s Mississippi headraces and turbines, the force of which notoriously shook the building’s foundations themselves. The wheels would change the grade of the flour, or the size of the dust produced from crushing the kernels.