A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Every vaudeville show would use different curtains, and of course there had to be a white screen for the films themselves. Lit with four big construction lights.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
Before there was a row of double rooms on the left and a common room on the right. Now, in a way, it is all one big common room.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The theater had a projection booth in the rear, though the movie projector was gone. This is looking where the projector lens would have been at the stage.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.