Grain is taken from the bottom of the silos through a conveyor in a tunnel. These blowers keep the air in the tunnel fresh.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
This is what I believe to be the Masonic Cottage, where infected Freemasons would be treated together and enjoy some simple luxuries because of their social connections. Freemasonry is still popular in North Dakota.
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
Looking across the mountain tramway from an abandoned house in Gilman.
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.