Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
This sign was important when trains ran the length of the elevator.
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.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.
The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.