When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
Hand-shooting 4×5 underground. Must be Kate Hunter.
“But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I’m gonna stay” -Tom Waits
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
When the lake levels were especially low, the pilings of Dock 3 that are usually underwater were clearly visible between Dock 2 and Dock 4.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.