An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.