More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Can you hear the ship’s horn through this picture?
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
A carefully kept journal of the ballast levels in the final years that the Ford sailed Lake Superior.
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.