A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Every elevator has sets of these conveyor switches. Grain comes down through the top chute and the bottom chute rotates to move the flow onto various belts around the plant by gravity. The cross belt is another switch and the bridge belt brings the flow to the other half of the elevator.
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
The pit on the left was one of two that accommodated the bottom half of the Motor Generators, which converted AC to DC.