The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
This was my first view of Harris Machinery’s property… it was strange to find what looked like a ghost town five minutes from downtown Minneapolis!
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.