The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
The old boilers of the steam plant have been mostly gutted to remove loose asbestos.
These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
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.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.