A breeze and broken window has animated one of the few curtains still hanging in Nopeming as of 2015.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
Looking above the altar.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
To the right is the spiral staircase. This building had a definite “floor problem”.