Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.
A blue chair in a blue room
Inside the main entrance is a whiteboard and mirror, then it branches into discrete spaces.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
My first view of the tunnel was in the dead of winter. In spite of being in the middle of the forest, it was totally silent. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Connecting the Administration building’s tower and top floors is this beautiful cast iron staircase. It was probably designed to help service the clock originally planned to be set in the tower, but when the hospital went over budget the state cancelled the timepiece. Now we are left with a gorgeous stair with little or no real purpose–not that I’m complaining. I am a long-admitted spiral staircase fetishist.
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.
A humble stripper stage in the old NorShor lounge. The motif (back) highlights some of the area’s industries: shipping, mining, fishing, and taking your clothes off for tips.