I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
At the top of the elevator was a distribution room to direct the grain onto conveyor belts below.
I found a face.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
Looking out upon Mill City through the lens of FLOUR, highlighted in pink and low clouds. This sign has recently been converted into LED lighting.
This is a great example of a combination rock house; the silos below used to fill trains with ore dropped from mine cars pulled to the top of the structure.