When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
Far away, you can see the red lights on the steam plant smokestack. To the extreme right is the beginning of the Minneapolis skyline. Paint (where this was taken) and Assembly (where the blue light is) were connected with a long skyway that carried completed trucks to be painted. I assume the device in the foreground burned volatiles from the painting process.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Water vapor was collected and condensed to be reused in other processes. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.