My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
A close-up look at the distressed, but beautiful, staircase in the brewhouse.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
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.