Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
When the ship loaders were added, a doorway was cut through the metal silo to make a room for the grain handling equipment. Note the dust sensor in the corner of the torch-cut archway.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
Carter Color used to occupy this block.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
Trees between duplexes overshadow the buildings they were planted to shield; revenge for the boards on the windows.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.