In the mid-2000s, Peavey sealed the spaces between their Electric Steel Elevator bins. What they unwittingly created was a graffiti time capsule. “Impeach Bush”.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
In the quality assurance labs there is a old safe.
Thunder Bay Elevator, now stands without a headhouse. Around the silos, a few shacks still stand.