Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
At an abandoned train repair shop.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
Strange graffiti in a side room. Someone was having fun…