A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
Drawn in fresh concrete about 50 years before I took this picture, and only 2 years after this elevator blew up…
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
I really like the porcelain guides for the silk threads, probably used because they could be polished for perfect, persistent, smoothness.