HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
One of the clusters of elevators. Doors would open on both sides so that vehicles could be moved through them if necessary. There is only one set of stairs in the whole building.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
The ADM Quality Assurance Labs haven’t changed much, except for that it has become a common home for the homeless.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.