Let’s play a game called “FIND THE PIGEON”! There is one bird in this photo of dust collectors atop the King Elevator train shed.
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.
The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
The copula stacks were fitted with scrubbers. Making metal is a very polluting activity.
The end of the dock disappears in the fog.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
Now, to add a human scale.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.