A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
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.
Looking out of the labs at the company garages.
A heavy steel device locks the anchor up.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…