Taken from the rooftop looking toward downtown, a hometown, a river town.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
A panorama of the dock buildings, before the left one was demolished.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
The pipes above sprayed water onto the hot coke.
Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.