What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
A bathroom in the rear of the ballroom that overlooks the Rose Garden.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
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.