It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
The fiery side of a launch building, just is it began to rain.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
The east side of the boiler shop sported a platform with a control booth and heavy machine mounts. Note the door that replaces the lower section of stairs for explorers.
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.