Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
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).
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
Everyone loves water towers.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
Two ghost signs on top of each other. One is for a warehouse.
For a short time, CN mounted flood lights atop the abandoned dock.