The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
This was my first view of Harris Machinery’s property… it was strange to find what looked like a ghost town five minutes from downtown Minneapolis!
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
This movable chute came off its rails.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
The power gauge showed… broken.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
This rod mill (?) was made in Denver Colorado at a factory now buried by condos. #justdenverthings
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.