HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
The front of the Art Deco hospital, complete with Art Deco gears and Crosses of Loraine!
The bottom of the elevator in the new foundry.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
A 8-foot-tall volume indicator that could be read from across the beet boiler floor–convenient when the controls are 20 feet away.
Barrels were prepared across the street, then moved across the road with a special conveyor, seen crashed here. This is down the road from Old Taylor, and was probably a part of the Old Crow operation.