With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
The front door to the auditorium.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
A century-old ghost sign for Royal House Flour was preserved after a building is built above and through it! Looking from the north annex elevator toward the headhouse.
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.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.