The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
Group showers in the basement. Most children lived here 10 months out of the year, though some remained year-round.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
A colorful boiler is a happy boiler! RotoGrate systems remove ashes from the boiler firebox by revolving the bottom of the system to let the fly ash drop into a hopper. This greatly increases boiler efficiency.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.