So much relies on one thing stacked on top of another thing.
In the middle of Electric Steel, dust collector vents cross-cross out of sight.
Brewery Creek Waterfall, somewhere above Duluth. Lit with candles and a small LED panel. To me, it looked like a pipe pouring molten metal.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
The pipes in the boiler would be full of water, so the heat in the furnace.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…