Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
The theater had a projection booth in the rear, though the movie projector was gone. This is looking where the projector lens would have been at the stage.
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
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.
C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash.
The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.