The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.
One of the paper warehouses, with snow blowing across the floors.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Calumet stands at the side of the Union Pacific railyard.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.