As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
Watching the demolition of one stockhouse from another. The two cranes were removing steel storage tanks.
A failed squat at the plant. A massive electric storm (see photos) ruined this otherwise perfect flop.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
The spectacular, if precarious, view of downtown Minneapolis from the roof of ADM Annex 4. Note the great messages left by various graffiti artists who made it to the spot.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
Trees like masks.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.