I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
One thing I like to do at Gopher is imagine the shape of the planned buildings based on the partial structures.
“M.H. ’56; Al Malmsten ’44”. Brick Graffiti Series.
Two roads; the left one you can walk down, but you have to answer questions when people ask. The right one–you don’t want to be found on that one.
Someone’s abandoned to-do list.
A stack of flawed casting molds, in the ready position next to where the cupolas sat when the plant closed.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.