Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Looking up at the LEMP malting plant elevator. Look at that BRICKWORK!
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?
The main stage and the retired (and in this instance, scrambled) marquee that will be repaired and reinstalled above Superior Street. A former manager of the building I used to photograph Nopeming with told me that the letters for the Art Deco tower are stored somewhere in the NorShor to this day, but I did not see them (and frankly, I doubt it).
Around the corner from the old boiler room.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.