“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
Water vapor was collected and condensed to be reused in other processes. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
So much relies on one thing stacked on top of another thing.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.