Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
Steam pipes squirm around the stacks.
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.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.