From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
One of the underground creeks in Duluth, somewhere under the East Hillside neighborhood.
Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
Looking down the Gilman-Belden tram.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.