Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
Taken from the rooftop looking toward downtown, a hometown, a river town.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
You can almost make out the concrete chute through the open window. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Arson seems to be a big problem on the former sanatorium property.