Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
Part of the back of the distribution boards; the rear of a giant remote transformer switch.
We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
A jankey ladder leads to a platform over a wooden tank. Here’s hoping my usage contributes to jankey being accepted into the dictionary! Thanks, lexicographers.