One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.