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.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
Is this a fence, or part of a bed frame?
The last of four radar domes on the base.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
This machine was last overhauled in February 1955, and last turned out Crepe silk, probably dress material.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
The mine is sandwiched between village townhomes.
East Elevation of the Depot. Ektar 100/Mamiya 6
From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.