A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Part of the Laundry Building with an ugly archway between rooms. Note that even this building had a nurse’s station with shatterproof windows. Laundry was done by supervised patients as part of their Occupational Therapy and the staff took no chances.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.