Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
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.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.