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.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
An industrial cart next to an inspection point on the evaporator floor.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
Note the pit is filled in here.
Where workers would sign documents and collect their pay.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.