This building cleaned the barrels that transported ingredients through the plant.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
When Nopeming was affiliated with local farms, it often slaughtered its own livestock. This is the part of the hospital where food would be prepped, below the stage in the Service Building.