The sign room with glass letters, words, and numbers.
Around the corner from the old boiler room.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
2005. Flavored beers are still popular. The flavor concentrates were stored in this bank of fridges.
In the days before a centralized fire alarm system, coded whistle blasts would warn when and where a fire broke out.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.