Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
Parts lockers on the top floor of the power plant.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
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.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…