Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
At the top of the Head Frame, over the silo, a space is hollowed-out for ore cars to dump their load before going back underground in search of copper.
Glazed-brick walls catch the reflections of half an arch, backlighting the cool curving staircase. It’s all custom, baby.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
A flooded assembly line.
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.