When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
I am sure even the workers had trouble remembering which pillar hid the phone. Note the “ON” written on the electrical socket, too.
Parts lockers on the top floor of the power plant.
In the basement were all the valves to control the flow of municipal steam through the building. This hasty hand letting was beside one such valve, near a carved brick with a name and ‘1934’ under it.
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.