A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
The light next to this acid tank was perfect, thanks to a gaping hole in the roof.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005. The only photo I have showing the steam locomotive out front.
My favorite shot from the trip. Later in its life, the plant was converted to burn its own byproducts, but it seems this was designed as a coal hopper.
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.