Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Looking toward the Quenching Tower from the coal tower platform.
The meticulously tiled dry house shower floor–cracked by frost.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.