The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
An ajar car elevator car afar, technically.
This bay would host boxcars as workers would fill them with the fruits of the factory.
I wonder how polluted that water is.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.