The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
The office stairs. Part of Herb’s morning walk.
A colorful makeshift wall.
Moisture and temperature changes have hoisted the wooden floors of the first floor classrooms.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
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.