After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
The Dock 5 sign at track level. Probably as an aid to sailors reboarding their vessels.
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.
Looking at the rear of the mill, through dead vines and barbed wire.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
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.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.