As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
Before developers saw to cut and cut the flour mills inside Pillsbury, they stood at the ready beside various purposeful chutes the traversed the floors of between sorters. These machines were belt-driven by the power of Pillsbury’s Mississippi headraces and turbines, the force of which notoriously shook the building’s foundations themselves. The wheels would change the grade of the flour, or the size of the dust produced from crushing the kernels.
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.
A typical hallway in the rocket assembly line.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
There’s concrete under that dirt… under that water… somewhere.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?