The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
Before developers saw to cut and cut the flour mills inside Pillsbury, they stood at the ready beside various purposeful chutes the traversed the floors of between sorters. These machines were belt-driven by the power of Pillsbury’s Mississippi headraces and turbines, the force of which notoriously shook the building’s foundations themselves. The wheels would change the grade of the flour, or the size of the dust produced from crushing the kernels.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.
A super-shallow depth of field shot on the Leica Summilux.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.