After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.