The corners of these buildings are inscribed by a century of bored rail workers and delivery drivers. Pictured is the southeast corner of the Twohy, which is typical of mercantiles.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
A mid-line polishing booth. It was fun to see the thousands of lasers and other sensors that guided the robotic arms and tools around the bodies as they passed. Note the red/green stop/go lights in the distance.
There big filters helped the mill sort through the flour, for additional milling, for example.
A dead belt-o-vator.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.