Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
A closeup of a high window in Bunge.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
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.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
Looking out of the labs at the company garages.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.