Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
On my second or third trip, the cross had broken in the wind.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
I was invited to watch the 4th of July fireworks atop the Kurth tower before the current owners bought the property. Every one of the 12 frames has dozens of fireworks–just look closely. The main display is from the Stone Arch Bridge, of course.
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.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
Looking toward downtown, one is reminded that when Stahlmann built here in 1855 that it was on the very edge of the city.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?