Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
It was as noisy then as it is colorful now…
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
A rooftop scene.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
The spectacular, if precarious, view of downtown Minneapolis from the roof of ADM Annex 4. Note the great messages left by various graffiti artists who made it to the spot.
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