Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
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.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Don Crist ’83. Brick Graffiti Series.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
A shallow creek traces Illinois Gulch toward the Chain O’ Mines mill. Ball mills are laid out in the sun.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.