Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
Looking across the ruined skyway that connects the two elevators. I wanted to walk across it, but my exploring parter held me back.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
Part of the grain drier system in ADM #1 crawls up the side of the building like a steel vine.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.