Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
Camera: Pentax 67.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
What time is it?
About a second after the explosives were triggered.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
The lower floors of King Elevator are scrapped and ruined. Nearly everything that is not concrete has been destroyed. Some time ago it seems that someone built a tarp-roof hovel inside of the ground floor.