The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
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.
This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.
A twin-engine crew pushes full taconite cars onto Dock 6.
A machine to cast copper billets.
One of the walls of the train shed was growing, thanks to a little bit of sunlight and a constant trickle of rainwater over it. FP-100C.
One side of the street is demolished. The other is not.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.
Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.