The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.
Every timber pillar was numbered for maintenance purposes.
Every elevator has sets of these conveyor switches. Grain comes down through the top chute and the bottom chute rotates to move the flow onto various belts around the plant by gravity. The cross belt is another switch and the bridge belt brings the flow to the other half of the elevator.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.