A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
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!
While it looks like ground level, everything here is one story above the actual earth.
Barrels were prepared across the street, then moved across the road with a special conveyor, seen crashed here. This is down the road from Old Taylor, and was probably a part of the Old Crow operation.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.