The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
Where staff could sleep.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
Water turned the taconite powder into a rusty, slippery paste… everywhere the water pooled up, doubling the beauty from certain special angles.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.
The curtain closes officially when the walls crack under the weight of winter snow.
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