One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
Looking up at the LEMP malting plant elevator. Look at that BRICKWORK!
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.
This giant gear’s sole purpose was to turn the ship’s single rudder in all conditions.