Train Bay

After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.

Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.

Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.

Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.

The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.

The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…

This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.

In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.

Fire doors separate the buildings.