I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
Looking out of the top of the grain tower at Duluth.
Sharks in the floor.
Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
This train shed was later converted to load trucks with concrete from the silos.