One of the smallest of the many elevators in Thunder Bay, this little elevator held corn for the glucose and starch lines.
The corner of the elevator… lumber armored with steel for fireproofing and water resistance.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
This building was an office and lounge for engineers. It is also demolished.