Quencher

A look upriver at the crane of the Port of Detroit, quiet for the night, and the Ambassador Bridge, always humming with Canadian traffic. Downtown Detroit is beautiful, if nobody told you.

Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.

Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.

Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?

Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.

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.

A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.

Old boathouses near the dock.

In the distance, a semi truck kicks up fresh rain from the highway. As seen from the top of the steel blast door.