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.
The school (hospital) campus was expansive.
Part of the plant has been reused as a scrap metal yard.
Some of the internal staircases were fitted with cages that wound round down the stairs to deter suicidal patients from taking a dive.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
One of the few doors.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.