A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
The warped floors caught my eye in this room too–a symptom of turning off heat and not patching a leaking roof in the midwest.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Much of the mill is wooden–even the larger chutes.
A century-old ghost sign for Royal House Flour was preserved after a building is built above and through it! Looking from the north annex elevator toward the headhouse.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.