I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.