In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
A machine to cast copper billets.
Near Isabella, MB, frozen flooded fields expand to the horizon. Taken on a Voigtlander 25mm f/2.5 if you were wondering.
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
I follow this advice every day. You should too.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.