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Bagley at Sunset

 
Bagley, Minnesota grain elevator at sunset taken from US Hwy 2 


Small rural towns in Minnesota offer unique skylines, such as does Bagley at the interesection of MN Hwy 92 and US Hwy 2. Grain elevators are often the tallest structures in those towns--or is the water tower. Bagley has an old water tank aside the railroad tracks, as I recall, south of the intersection mentioned above, on the west side of Hwy 92, and northside of the tracks, that I think was used back in the steam engine days for taking on water. I may be mistaken, but it looks old enough to have been used for that purpose. 

This style grain elevator evokes days gone by, especially at the close of day.
--WannaskaWriter

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