Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
A bird near the old schoolyard.
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
These Twin Cities kisses Sound like clicks and hisses. We all tumbled down and Drowned in the Mississippi River. -The Hold Steady
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.