A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Before developers saw to cut and cut the flour mills inside Pillsbury, they stood at the ready beside various purposeful chutes the traversed the floors of between sorters. These machines were belt-driven by the power of Pillsbury’s Mississippi headraces and turbines, the force of which notoriously shook the building’s foundations themselves. The wheels would change the grade of the flour, or the size of the dust produced from crushing the kernels.
What time is it?
An old fashioned lift.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.