For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
In the women’s restroom.
Looking up at the most conspicuous graffiti in the city on ADM #4.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
Looking out at the town water tower (which I love) from the sugar mill (which I also love).