Looking at the concrete headframe from street level. Acros 100 in Pentax 67
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
The railworks was totally demolished.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Looking from the brewhouse at the death of its sister building, across Minnehaha.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.