In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
The front door to the auditorium.
While it looks like ground level, everything here is one story above the actual earth.
The giant cog is missing on this machine, which turned a sugar slurry intro crystals. Green-blue stained glass makes the rusty machine glow in aquamarine.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
The front of the school overlooks the town of Birtle, Manitoba. It replaced a circa-1894 building which was a little farther down the hill.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.