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One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
Parked permanently in a back garage, the last of its kind.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?