The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
One of the early automated painting booths in the paint plant line.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
Under the monster and its teeth.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.