In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
This is a typical view of the factory; most of it was long hallways flanked by piles of equipment and access points to maintain them.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
One of my favorite night views of Fort Snelling’s so-called Upper Post, taken between snowstorms.
Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.