A block or so from the odd sculpture park and power plant seen over the last few days. This is the edge of the rust belt, when the economy has moved on and found no use for what it left behind other than late afternoon colors on old St. Louis brick.
Showing posts with label industrial ruins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label industrial ruins. Show all posts
Monday, June 2, 2025
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Let's Do This
First, an aside. It seems that three-year-old Madeleine can't figure out the difference between Donald Duck and Donald Trump. When she sees the bewigged politician on TV she points at him and squeals "Donald Duck! Donald Duck!" And, you know, I think she's on to something. Close your eyes and listen to both of them...
Anyway, back inside the ruins of the Cotton Belt Railway Terminal. Our industrial ruins can't hold a candle to Detroit's (anyone ever seen Naqoyqatsi?) but this is a pretty good example of the genre. Maybe someone is trying to do something with it. That's a utility bucket sold by a national hardware and home remodeling store.
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