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.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
Next to the pit in the maintenance shop is “The Wall”… where rail workers wrote about interesting happenings at Shoreham.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
A generator in the power room… steam powered.
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.