HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Taken before the Ford was towed to Duluth for scrapping.
There’s a roof problem above the surgical suite.
Minnesota Power’s Taconite Harbor power station, as seen through the ship loading control room windows.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.