The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.
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.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
35mm Film, Expired. An abandoned swath of NAD is landlocked by soybean fields.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Rogers Mine is one of the most structurally sound mines in the Iron River area that isn’t part of a museum.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.