It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
The huge snowfalls of 2011 brought new collapses across the buildings.
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.
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
In the corner of the former school grounds…
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.