Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
…out of our depth.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.