Blood-Red Morning Prayer They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though. Related Similar Images ...based on the tags: chalkboards, classrooms, windows... The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time. When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick? The Osborne Mercantile reflected in Twohy Mercantile’s eastern windows, minutes before subset. The current owner has done a fair job replacing broken windows with plexiglass to keep the elements out. A colorful makeshift wall. Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles. The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time. Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory. A tower above Minneapolis that few people see. The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.