At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Part of the Pillsbury tunnel that brought water back to the Mississippi River.
Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
An original, minimally remodeled bathroom above the cafeteria reminds us what the whole complex once looked like.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.