A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
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.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
Looking out of the labs at the company garages.
One of the only extant assembly line tracks in the body painting department. No photographer leaves Fisher 21 without capturing some version of this spot; hope you like mine.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
A small machine shop level.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
A humble stripper stage in the old NorShor lounge. The motif (back) highlights some of the area’s industries: shipping, mining, fishing, and taking your clothes off for tips.