One thing I like to do at Gopher is imagine the shape of the planned buildings based on the partial structures.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Holes in the roof lead to holes in the plaster and finally holes in the floor. That’s not what gutted the God from this altar, though.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)