The back of the mill reads “Red River Milling Company”
The stairs of this elevator had their landings removed long ago to keep vandals grounded.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
This concrete sections supported a coal tower that loaded the larry.
The front door to the auditorium.
90% of Brach’s looks like this. Concrete walls, mushroom pillars, and water over the floor.
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.