The last time the city sealed this door, they must have been changing out old road signs.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
A big door into the fire pump room.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
Artifacts from the days this was a furniture factory and warehouse.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
These ceramic bricks were likely from the fireproof tunnel that connected the elevators.