Thunder Bay Elevator, now stands without a headhouse. Around the silos, a few shacks still stand.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
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.