I like to think of this as a giant straw, through which the factory is slowly draining the earth, leaving nothing but reinforced concrete below…
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.
One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
A mix of brick and stone construction where the stock house meets the cellars. The caves brought well water to the brewery and drained the refuse away, and the various sewer connections are visible here and tell the story of the company’s expansion above.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.
The middle missile launcher, as seen from the roof of its neighbor.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.