The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
An old sign directed patients and visitors back to toward the central parts of the hospital.
The overgrown offices serve no one at this former Federal Elevator in Snowflake, MB.