A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
Giant paint mixers.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
From the 1909 addition, it’s obvious how much water it takes to carry a single wall to, into and through the cracks between the floor tiles: exactly one roof’s worth.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160