An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
The sexiest feature of Kurth is this steel arch over the silos on its south side. The manholes in the floor open to the silos directly, and flimsy grates might catch a hurried worker. Grates were removable so that workers could descend into the concrete tubes, so a few are missing today.
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.