SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
Inside the west portal is a big liquid propane hand warmer, for workers to take the cold off their gloves as they handled the switches and doors of Cramer Tunnel. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
Stairs and power lines enter the abandoned depot. Shingles slide off the rotten roof. Ektar 100/Mamiya 6
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.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.