A closeup of the key to the Dominion (aka Government of Canada) Elevator manlift. That it needed such a guide does not inspire confidence.
The fantastic red elevator that is Pool #61, built 1928.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
Two signatures complement this gorgeous hand-painted sign. ‘Bowers’ from 1987 and ‘Normal’ from 1982. The blocking on the letters is still visible!
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.