Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.
The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
No more bailouts. No excuses.
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.