No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
There isn’t an unbroken window in the entire historic complex as of 2013.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Looking out of the boarded windows in the Great Western Sugar office.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
A long exposure of the side of the coke ovens, lit by the nearby streetlights.
The new concrete workhouse, as seen through chickenwire.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?