In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
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.
Mounted in an office.
The huge snowfalls of 2011 brought new collapses across the buildings.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.