Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
The back side of the hotel is plain, but for a fire escape.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
Looking at the rear of the mill, through dead vines and barbed wire.
This building looked like some sort of office.
“But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I’m gonna stay” -Tom Waits
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
The skyway in the bottom of the picture is now gone.