Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
A green chair in a green room.
One of my favorite signs, informing workers about to descend into the open-top grain bins about basic procedures. This was in ADM-Annex 1 (connected to the cleaning house via skyway), so it will never be seen again, unless the sign lands luckily when the elevator is demolished.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.