I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
From the catwalks below the hoisting motor in Shaft No. 1.
Too big to be scrapped, to simple to be auctioned. It waited for the demo crews and demo cranes to arrive.
Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?