A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
A stray cat at hunts mice along the elevator row at Inglis, MB. Film: Fuji FP100C.
I wonder who boarded the family house… the EPA?
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.