Light-painted to show off the beautiful radar equipment inside and Park Point across the bay.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
A sign of where man met machine.
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.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.