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.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
A row of security lights line the roof of the power station.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
A volcano (?) under a window.
Camera: Pentax 67.
A better view of the belt system that drives all the machinery in the plant.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.